Page 18 of Minotaur Bar
“Don’t move, cookie,” she says deathly quiet as she finally flicks her tongue over the head of my dick. “Fuck, you taste so good. So sweet. Want another one, big guy?”
“Fuck yes. Please! Please lick me again, Madame Red,” I beg as she nods and does, swirling her tongue over my opening and teasing it like the minx she is. I whimper, trying not to move.
“I’ll suck your cock if you do one thing for me,” she says, grabbing my horn and yanking my head to the side.
“Anything, madame,” I reply automatically, looking at her sideways.
“You’re gonna be a good bull and low for me. Can you do that, cookie? Nice and loud. But only when you can’t stand it anymore. I want it to be desperate. I want it to be hot. I want you to be so fucking turned on you can’t help but emit the sound,” she instructs me in a clipped tone.
“Yes, madame,” I say quietly, staring back into her eyes just as hard. Tess drops herself over my lap, opening her mouth as wide as she can in order to take me. I know she underestimates my size as she gags immediately. Fuck, it’s hot. But she pops off, a look of determination on her face as she throws herself at my cock again, adjusting to the fit of my head first, just warming it in her mouth.
I begin to breath hard, trying not to low yet, wanting to hold out for her to take me even deeper. I grunt, my hoof scuffing the table leg as I hold onto my composure. My fingers dig into the underside of the table, watching as Tess breathes through her nose and is able to get me a tiny bit further, towards my ribbing. She locks eyes with me, daring me to make a sound. I repress the urge. Her own fingers are digging into my thighs, the nails threatening to break skin as she moves again. Fuck me, the woman is persistent.
It’s a heated match, neither one of us wanting to give in. She rips a hand from my left thigh. Then she grabs my balls as she gags herself and gets me into the back of her throat. The sight is so dirty, so fucking hot, the feel of her fingers gripping my balls making my back arch. I low deep and loud, the sound canceling out the music and shaking the light fixture above us. When I finally finish, I grab her hair and help her off of me. She gasps for air, my arms holding her to my chest and petting her head. But she isn’t done with me.
“Lay down, cookie,” she says with a broken voice. She pushes my chest back, urging me to scoot to the middle of the green felt. She wastes zero time mounting me and inserting my cock into her cunt. We both grit our teeth as she squeezes my length. Neither of us have any fight. It’s sheer determination that allows her to take me tonight. And fuck if I’m not leaking into her pussy at the sight.
“Welcome to Tess’s rodeo,” she says with an evil grin, bouncing on my dick as I grab her hips and watch her go. She’s so fucking pretty. So confident. So sure of herself. It’s brilliant and beautiful and I love every second of being with her. I push myself up so our chests are flush with one another. She does exactly what I want and grabs onto my horns, using them to assist her in fucking my cock with abandon. I don’t say anythingas I observe her, and neither does she. We’re just sharing space. Our bodies are doing the communicating.
She comes over me, gushing liquid, her inner walls squeezing me for all I’m worth. I decide to come too, not holding back any longer. She’s tired, evident by the way she slumps over me immediately when she’s done squirting. Tess breathes heavily, leaning fully upon me for support. Her injured side looks swollen and red. She needs to get into bed.
We leave the table a mess with our combined releases as I carry my girl back upstairs. I find a clean rag and tidy her up, her famous snoring already a signal that she’s out like a light. I laugh to myself as I wipe my cock down next, needing a second rag to make sure I got most of everything, especially over the plethora of ridges. I climb into bed with Tess and cuddle her to my side, kissing her temple as she stirs in her sleep. She doesn’t wake up with a nightmare for the first time since her injury. And in the morning, we celebrate with mutual head.
Chapter Sixteen: Tess
I’ve been dating Havoc for three months. The best three months I’ve ever spent with a significant other. He’s such a good bull for me, submissive and perfect when he begs. But he’s also exceptionally strong and holds me each and every time I need an emotional release too. It’s wild to have someone you can weather the storms with. To not betoo muchfor. He’s seen every part of me. It’s made him love me deeper. And I can absolutely brag that it’s the same for me.
We’re hanging out at the bar together during the early afternoon. He’s working on inventory as I’m cleaning glasses. He sighs, setting the clipboard down, taking a break as I watch his handsome face.
“What’s wrong, cookie?” I ask him as he smiles warmly at me.
“I’m bored,” he says flatly as I give him an appraising look.
“Did you need me to entertain you? Take you out back and put that pretty cock to use?” I tease. He rolls his eyes.
“Tess, please. You know I’ll let you, but we still have fucking Duke here sucking down beers,” he says waving his hand at the old bull.
“Hey, I’d pay to watchthatshit. No reason to go outside,” Duke jokes as I laugh.
“Fuck off, Duke,” Havoc says in a stern voice as I grab his hand. He looks back at me, the agitation leaving his eyes.
“What did you mean, baby?” I ask him seriously.
“I don’t know. I’m bored with the bar. I want to switch things up. Like, have a theme night or something fun here. I just wanna break away from some of the routine,” he says as I nod.
“I can get behind that,” I reply. “Like a Luau or maybe a murder mystery party?”
“No and no, but keep the ideas coming, red. I know that pretty brain of yours can think of something that fits this place,” Havoc says, clicking his pen in thought. “Sports?”
“Boring. Overdone,” I deny, as Duke nods.
“Agreed, Tess.” Havoc rolls his eyes at the bull opposite him.
“Ok, then what did you have in mind then?” he asks his friend.
“Put that ring to use out back and have a fight night. Set up a bracket, get the bulls to throw in some entry cash and make it the prize for whoever outlasts the entire thing,” he says with a shrug, like it’s obvious.
“Well, shit. Thatisgood,” Havoc grumbles as I nod in agreement.
