Page 23 of Longing for the Minotaur
Each thrust of my fingers makes a wet noise, as filled as she is with my cum. Her pussy clamps down around my hand as my tongue speeds up, and she grabs onto my horns with both hands.
“Banon, yes, please, yes,” she chants like a prayer. Her thighs tighten around my head as she gets closer and closer, and then, she cries out. It’s like the most beautiful song, her voice letting the world know that I’ve pleased her, and her tiny pussy squeezes down around me with impressive power.
I can’t wait for her to wrap around my cock like that again. I’ll have to jack off more when she’s not around, build up my tolerance in wake of how unbelievably perfect she feels.
I wipe my lips and sit up, gazing down at where Valentina lies with the dress of her skirt pulled up around her hips, her pussy glistening with our fluids. Damn, she’s beautiful like that. I mean, she’s always beautiful, but she’s especially beautiful with her face blissed-out, her thighs askew, wanton and leaking with me.
I’m absolutely feral for this woman.
Getting a towel from the kitchen, I wet it in the sink and bring it over. Val’s eyes flutter open, and she smiles softly as I clean her.
“I forgot about the food,” she says with a grin.
“Believe me, I didn’t.” I toss the towel away and kiss her on the lips. “I just had more important matters to attend to first.”
After eating dinner, we lie on the couch together to watch a movie. But it isn’t long before my hands are wandering, playing absently with Val’s big tits, cradling her hip, testing her between the legs to see if she’s warm and wet yet.
“Hey,” she whispers. “Do you want to watch the movie or not?”
“I guess not.” I tug her onto her back and then roll on top of her, so she’s trapped between me and the soft couch cushions. “Actually, yeah, definitely not.”
We manage to make it to my bed after another round on the couch. God, I can’t get enough of her. I want to live with my cock buried inside her, soaking her up while she moans and cries out my name.
On the bed, I take her from behind, admiring her pussy spread wide around me, her tiny asshole pulsing. Maybe she’ll let me use a butt plug on her. I know she’d like it.
When I fall asleep that night, it’s covered in sweat with my arm curled around my sweet woman, my confident, gorgeous, absolutely brilliant woman, and I’m glad that I can have this, for now.
The next morning, though, she has to get going early, before Rich potentially comes home to shower and change for work. That means my alarm goes off right at six, and a groggy, grumpy Valentina puts on her clothes and stumbles out the front door with me before we can run into my roommate. Then I drive her back to school, all before getting home and then pretending to climb back into bed.
I hope we never accidentally oversleep. I’ve known Rich since my freshman year of college, and he’s watched Valentina grow up into the woman she is now. He would definitely judge me if he caught her sneaking out of the apartment, hair all mussed like she got fucked into the mattress many times over.
But we get away with it. Thank god we get away with it.
The first hiccup in the road comes when Val wants to come see me play. She’s never attended one of my football games before, and I wonder what the other guys will think when she starts showing up.
“I want to watch you,” she says, eyelashes fluttering. “Come on. I saw you play in high school. I know how great you look doing it.”
Val sure knows how to give a male an ego.
“Fine.” I have no choice but to relent. There’s nothing wrong with it—but it means my worlds will cross, for better or worse.
It’s the last big game before Christmas break, and by the time the sun goes down, the air is full of a light mist. Wet playing fields are never a good thing.
As we file out onto the astroturf, I check the stands for signs of Val. She’s near the front, a pretty decent seat, and she wavesshyly as I pass. I incline my chin in her direction, but I need to get my head in the game.
Despite the rain, I play good and I play hard, throwing killer tosses, catching balls I have no right reaching. I even get a solid sprint in, clearing half the football field before I’m stopped by a pile-on.
My brains are a little rattled by that, but it’s nothing special. I feel like a brand new minotaur, completely rewritten by this woman who I can finally call mine.
She’s waiting for me by the door to the locker rooms, bouncing on the balls of her feet after our big win tonight.
“Go wait outside,” I tell her. The rest of the team is going to jump on her like coyotes on a fresh kill. She’s smoking hot and technically not taken. Ripe for the picking.
The smile on her face wavers, and she looks confused. “Outside…?”
“Who’s that?” one of the other players calls out, an orc fellow who’s usually nice enough, but he talks just as much shit about fooling around with the cheerleaders as anybody else in the locker room. Which means I don’t want him near Val.
“Seeing a new girl, Banon?” the orc asks.
