Page 16 of Bred By the Minotaur
Why does that guy have to be so absolutely phenomenal at this?
There’s nothing in the world like his fat, heavy bull cock sliding in and out of me, whisked along by how unbelievably wet I am. As my body clenches, I can feel even more of him, that blunt head dragging across my sensitive lining. I feel like I’m above my body, watching Hank fucking me, every meaty last inch of him. Now, after seeing his photo, it’s easy to imagine his big head with the long muzzle, teeth gritted as he pounds into me with his strong hips. I wonder if all the muscles in his abdomen contract with each movement. I can feel the fur of his thighs against mine when he leans forward again and traces his hands up my spine, then ducks under my shirt where my breasts are pressed into the padded bench. There, he meets my bra, but he pinches through it to get to my nipples.
I try. I try to play it cool, to not let him know how hard it was for me not to reach out to him. This is a job, I told myself. Anonymity is important. I need this.
But then I fall apart.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out as Hank picks up the speed of his frantic thrusting. I’m drowning in him, completely owned by him, used by him. “Ha—” I stop myself just in time from saying his name. But he hears me anyway, and starts thrusting even harder, even faster, slamming into me, sliding me around on the bench so the straps bite into my flesh. He fists my breast roughly through my shirt.
“And these,” he whispers to me, nibbling the shell of my ear. “They’ll get so heavy, so full.”
Hank groans behind me as my body clenches. I’m so close, and with every new dirty thing he says, I get closer. I’m hurtling through space, the straps digging into my ankles and hands keeping me rooted to the earth. He stands back up and grabs my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh.
“There we are,” he says as my orgasm weaves up my throat, through my hands. I’m screaming now as he ravages my body like I’m a limp doll. “Come all over my cock. Suck me dry.”
Then, the world explodes. Hank is grunting, “Yes, yes,” while I convulse, completely overtaken by my bliss. He keeps going, drawing it out further, sending fresh new echoes through me. I can’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth, and then he growls, “I hope you’re ready for all of it.”
When he comes, he thickens up so full inside me that I clench the grips on the bench as tight as I can, holding on for dear life as he spurts, one warm jet after another, the pump of his hips punctuated by his moans. He slowly comes to a stop, still encased fully in me, both of us breathing hard in rhythm. I’m pulsing around him, and he’s twitching in return.
“Maybe we have time for one more,” he hums, experimentally reeling his cock back just to slowly push it in again, causing cum to gush down my thighs and onto the bench. I’m already so electrified that I arch into him, and we start a second time.
Seven
Hank
I’ve never had a high like fucking Phoebe.
When I finally pull out of her, her lovely pussy is red and dripping with me. I rub the cheeks of her rounded butt and lean down to lick her. I want to taste all of her, especially while covered in me. Our scents mixed together is enough to drive me wild.
Then the speaker crackles. “Time is up.”
I have to go now. But I still have one last chance to convince her.
I lean down again. “No one has to know,” I say into her ear, keeping my voice very low. “Not DreamTogether. Not even Milo.” She stiffens under me as I nuzzle the back of her neck. “I won’t tell a soul.”
Then, her breath comes out in one whoosh.
“I can’t,” she murmurs, so quiet I almost can’t hear her. “I can’t. I can’t fall in love with you, Hank.”
What?
I’m utterly baffled by this response. I open my mouth to answer when the door behind me opens, and the attendant says, “Your session is over, if you don’t mind.”
I hurriedly clean us off, then put on my jeans, all while we’re watched. There’s nothing else I can say to her now.
I can’t fall in love with you, Hank.
I’m puzzling over this as I buckle my belt, then hustle out without saying goodbye.
I stand next to my car for far too long, one hand on the door.
What did she mean by that? Is she trying to say that she’s... in a relationship?
Of course, that’s what it was. Damn it, I feel like a fucking idiot.
She didn’t try to contact me before because she’s already seeing someone. Maybe she’s even married, and I just didn’t get the message. No, because I’m a jackass.
I should never have told her about Milo and put that on her. I should never have come back here, to DreamTogether, at all. In fact, if I weren’t such a monumental dipshit, I would have realized a long time ago that there was nothing between me and Rapunzel except the breeding bench.
