Page 22 of Longing for the Minotaur
Finally, I’m done. I take a quick shower and even blow-dry my hair, which requires borrowing a blow-dryer because I’ve never bothered to use one before. Then I slip on a cute dress with long sleeves and a pair of matching leggings with knee-high boots.
When Banon’s car stops at the curb, he rolls down the window and mimes removing a pair of sunglasses.
“Fire alarm’s about to go off,” he says as I open the door and hop in.
I glance around. “How do you know that? Did you see some smoke?”
A laugh bursts out of him, and Banon nearly falls forward against the steering wheel as he continues snorting like a bull. “No, I just meant you look hot.”
“Oh.” I feel like a dumbass. “What food did you get?”
“Thai. Your favorite, the massaman curry.”
“Perfect.” He does know me well.
When we get to the apartment, I manage to keep my hands to myself until we’re inside. Banon sets the food on the half wall inthe entryway while I take off my boots, then he sweeps me into his arms and pins me against the door.
“Damn,” he mutters, one hand dragging over my tits, squeezing them and releasing them. “I want to rip your clothes off right fucking now.”
I grip the collar of his shirt. “Then do it.”
With a growl, Banon slips one hand under my dress and hikes it up, then pushes down my leggings with the other. He investigates my underwear between my legs, rubbing me through them. I twitch and gasp, and his mouth curves up in a smirk.
“This time, I get to hear you scream.” He pulls my panties down next, so both end up on the floor. He unbuttons his jeans, sliding them down his ass just enough that his cock jumps free and his tail flicks wildly behind him. That thick bull cock of his swells and rises between us. Then he grabs me by the ass and lifts me into the air, slamming my back against the door.
“Are you ready for me, Valentina?” he asks, lining himself up without even using his hands. “Do you think your pussy can take me?”
“I know I can.” I reach down to position his cock right where it needs to be, and with a grunt, Banon slides home.
CHAPTER
NINE
BANON
Her pussy is so good, I could simply drown in it. But we’ve only fucked once before, so I try to keep my enthusiasm at a reasonable level as I slide inside her.
Valentina’s moan is the most beautiful music. I test to make sure she’s wet enough before I push deeper, and she swallows me like a soft glove. Her legs wrap around my hips, which has the delicious effect of bringing me in even farther.
Our few days apart were miserable. My body was primed to mate after fucking her the first time, sinking into her without a condom and then covering her in my cum. Now, the need is nearly overwhelming. I’ll have to focus hard not to finish too soon.
I hold Valentina pinned as I wade deeper, then pull out, then deeper again to get her lubed. I’ll fuck her with my tongue later, but right now, I need to paint her with my smell again.
She moans as I wedge myself in deep, then pick up my pace, her ass bumping the door with every thrust. Now she doesn’t have to hold back and Valentina rewards me, crying out when I’m sunk in her up to the base.
She’s so good, so blissfully tight and throbbing with her breaths, that I’m struggling to hold out. Usually, I have excellent stamina, but as her voice climbs higher and she comes closer to her orgasm, clenching so obscenely around me, I can’t do it anymore.
“Val, I’m sorry,” I manage to say, right before I unload. Everything comes streaming out of me in a torrent, and I grunt and slam into her again, getting my cum as deep in her as possible. I know I can’t knock her up—humans and minotaurs and everything—but damn, my animal brain loves the idea.
“Shit.” I lean back, gathering Val up in my arms, still inside her. “That was not what I expected to happen.”
She giggles, then moans when my cock twitches. “It’s okay.”
“No, it is not.” I carry her into the living room and lower her back to the couch, my cock slipping out of her. My cum gets all over the cushions, but I’ll deal with that later. I pull up her dress, and her pussy is wonderfully pink, all swollen and dripping with me. I lean down and drag my tongue over her clit.
Val’s back bows. I do it again, this time sliding three fingers inside her. I really stretched her good and open for me. She clenches as I lick her harder, and she gasps out my name.
Just the sound of it makes my mane stand up.
