Chapter 7: 🌶Apocalypse🌶

**7. Apocalypse.**

He is huge.

Huge and hard.

My eyes shoot open at the contact.

Heat fills my cheeks as I feel his veiny throbbing cock in my hand that is as thick as my wrist. It jumped a little at my touch. I stay frozen on the spot, feeling the heat transfer from his manhood to my palm.

*Oh… My… Fucking… Giraffe!*

He looks me straight in the eyes and huskily says, “Hold it.”

I didn’t understand what he means but slowly things get into my mind as he begins to thrust in my fist. His slow strokes slide his cock in and out of my clenched hand.

My ribcage heaves up and down, touching his chest with every raise as he fucks my fist. His dick feels hard and hot in my hand as he keeps pushing it deep. Pulls back and push in deeper.

Yolkson’s eyes glare at me with vile intentions, he slowly leans on to me, licking his lips. I feel his hot breath on my face as his face moves closer to mine. Slowly, very very slowly.

My heart was racing, my mind was screaming, my pussy was howling and my hand was fisting his cock while his lips gently touched mine, delicately.

Eyes wide, I look into those grey eyes that look animalistic, wild, and unpredictable. They intensely look at me as his sinful lips take possession of mine as if they always belonged to him.

Catson’s hand grips my neck and he deepens the kiss, pushing his lips fiercely and thrusting his cock faster in my palm. I feel my lips parting, wider and wider as my mouth opens wide to him.

In an instance, his tongue slides into my mouth, licking the insides, flirting with my tongue, exploring, tasting, and teasing me. My hands clasp his beautiful large arms at the shoulder, feeling his muscles ripple under my fingers as he holds me firmly and kiss me fervidly.

His lips,

My lips,

Apocalypse.

The way his lips urgently move against mine, my body feels alive with excitement. His chest vibrates with a growl as I grab his cock tightly, giving it a little squeeze in my hand.

His hand moves to my hips and clamps them brutally, I moan into his mouth as his kisses turn fierce, devouring my mouth hungrily. His lips kept assaulting mine, forcefully.

His hands slide down to my ass, touching and molding my butt cheeks. I gasp as my ass touches the cold glass of the elevator as he roughly pulls up my dress and pushes himself deeper.

I moan in his mouth as his cock continues to pound in my fist from down and his tongue in my mouth from above. He grabs my panties in his claws and the next I hear is the sound of cloth tearing up.

My eyes shoot open in shock, I find his grey clouds hovering over me with hidden thunder in them. Suddenly, I get smacked back into my senses as the reality of the situation hits me.

Gayson is high on some masturbating drug that has increased his libido to a horse level and here I am standing, crushed between the glass and his boiling body. With torn panties.

*Am I going to get rapped by my gay husband?*

I cry in surprise as I feel him squeezing my sex in his hand. His fingers put pressure at the entrance of my kitty cat, trying to reach their destination. But the thin cloth at the lower side of my panties plays hard to get torn.

“No. Stop.” I get my hand out of his pants and try to push him, kick him, shove him off me but he doesn’t budge.

Instead, he looks pissed.

My breath caught in my throat as I look at him. His eyes appear dark and demonic like he is possessed by some dark power.

I feel my self-confidence slowly leaving my body and fear crawling up inside of me from where is hand is cupping me, firmly.

He pushes his finger deep and I scream at him defensively, “No!”

*I am not having sex with this cheater cock who poked his kite in numerous guy’s butt.*

I don’t want his used cock

That has been into many dogs

And I don’t have such a bad day

That I need to fuck with a gay.

Carlson instantly turns me around and slams my face into the glass as he grunts, “FUCK YES!” My body shivers weakly as I feel his hard bulge pushing in me.

My eyes land at the twinkling city lights that are clearly visible from the transparent glass of the elevator. *This is not good! I am so fucked!*

His hand clamps my hips brutishly and move my pelvis backward and forward on his hard-on while I shiver and gasp, feeling the roughness of his pants through my little cotton panties.

Panties that are now soaked and magically still holding on to my legs. I place my hands on the glass, trying to hold myself up and create some space but it wasn’t enough.

My arms turn into jelly against his heavy body. Suddenly, my body freezes as I hear the sound of the zipper being pulled down. I gasp as he grabs the other side of my stubborn panties and tears it off like the head of his worst enemy.

“What are you doing?” I scream helplessly. My chest rams against the cold glass as I think about the vulnerable position I am trapped in. His hot chest presses against my back as he leans down to my ear and huskily whispers, “Scream.”

*NO!NO!NO!*

I jump at the feel of his tip sliding in between my legs, aimlessly. Hot lips smash on my neck, biting and licking the skin as he presses his hot erection on my ass.

AHHHH!!! NO!

*Wrong hole!!*

He presses again and I moan loudly when he pulls me hard against him, I feel his erection pressing against my sensitive lips of the vagina where I feel wet and excited.

“Ahhhh!”

FUCK!

*What am I doing? Motivating him?*

My sex pulsates with fear and excitement as he continues to rub himself on me, poking his ding dong in my asshole, back dimples, thighs, where ever he thinks it can fit.

Like playing golf with his dick.

His cock’s aim is just like him. Drunk and without any lead.

Suddenly, he roughly spreads my legs getting irritated with the pointless pokes. I yelp in pain as his one hand clench my hair and shove me in the glass enrageously while his other hand stays on my hip for the angle. I suddenly realized how strong he is.

My bones shudder with sudden intrusion as he roughly slams into me.