#Chapter12

Aphrodite

My muscles clench and contract, yet again, around Ares’s ginormous dick. I let out yet another scream at the top of my lungs, before my arched back gives out and I collapse back onto the bed.

Ares, who finished just before me, pulls out and starts kissing along my neck, before stopping to lave attention over my breasts. They’re already overly sensitive from everything he’s done so far in the last several hours, and my groan is more discomfort mixed with pain than pleasure.

He continues kissing a trail down my body, and I audibly whimper.

“Please. Not again,” I beg, knowing that if I keep orgasming I’m...