Page 40 of The Minotaur's Valentine

I giggle. His fur is smooth, short, and super soft, but it tickles in a good way, like being wrapped in silk.

“Noises like that. I love the way you sound. Smell.” His tongue, wide as my palm and covered in minute, soft bumps licks a path from my cheek to my breast. I gasp at the sensation, pussy throbbing hard as the tongue embraces my entire breast at once.

“Milo,” I gasp out.

“I love the way you taste. I want more.”

And suddenly—I’m kneeling on his shoulders, my hands falling forward to grip his horns.

My shy, sweet Milo gives me a sudden hardcore grin. I grip his horns like handlebars.

“Wanna go for a ride, Libby?”

Chapter Thirty-Five: Milo

I’ve always wanted a motorcycle, but when you haul around a watermelon and an anvil on a regular basis, it’s not a practical ride.

But right now, I’m the chopper, and Libby’s holding onto my horns for dear life and revving my engine. Her hands slide and twist with each thrust of her hips, pulling my muzzle deeper into her sopping wet, soft little pussy.

Maybe it’s the “tauro” part of taurosapien, but I’ve always been more sensitive to the power of smell. Libby smells divine. She tastes divine. I love that she’s not just lying back passively, but gyrating on my nostrils and mouth, her soft thighs clamping around my long jaw and trembling against my neck as I make her come.

That’s right. With my tongue, which easily cradles her entire pussy from cheeks to fluffy mound, I make her come, moaning and gasping my name. I’ve never done it before, but Libby makes it easy. She’s the sweetest, most succulent dripping melon, and all I have to do is lap at her pouty pussy to make her gush more sweetness into my mouth.

My tongue isn’t only large, it's strong. I can’t help but smack my lips to savor the taste of her, and the flat of my tongue flicks her clit, hard. Libby moans and leans back.

“Again,” she whimpers, her head thrown back in abandon.

My cock jumps. I love the idea of loving and protecting Libby, but I also get a rush when I realize that she liked something a little more than gentle. I’ve been worried that my size and bulk might hurt her, but now I can see she likes the fact that I come with “extras.” Relief settles into me and lets my libido (which I thought was maxed out) soar even higher. I move my head so it is angled better, letting my tongue slurp-slap her sensitive bead on every curl, relishing her reaction.

Libby’s pussy jumps on every turn, the lips dark rose with rushing blood and swollen from my attention. I swipe my tongue hard across her pouting lips and slap it down on her clit. Her breathless words are trembling like her thighs. “Oh, God. Ohh, God.”

I feel brave around her. I massage her cheeks and part her folds with my fingers. In the dim light, I can still see the impossibly tiny opening where my cock is supposed to go. I push my finger slowly inside while spanking her pussy with my tongue, now alternating sucks and swats.

Libby loses control. That’s the only way I can put it. This is different from the moaning, gasping abandon of earlier.

“Milo! Fuck, Milo, yes. Please, baby, fuck me.” I can feel her calves arch and bounce against me, her whole body weight a pleasant sensation and not a burden.

“You like?”

She’s bouncing and moving off of my muzzle, concentrating her pleasure on my finger.

My finger, which completely fills her. Easily fills her. “Want more?”

“Mm, I want your big cock, but we’re going to need to work up to it,” she grunts, leaning forward, covering my face with her hair as she fucks herself on my hand. She kisses me, even though I’m covered in her juice.

My Libby is a sex goddess, a blend of hardcore and delicate that ensnares my heart and baser instincts completely.

“More?”

“Oh, fuck. Yes, more.” Libby flattens her chest to mine, with her adorable ass still wiggling and humping in the air, her pussy split on my finger. With a moan, she stretches over two. It’s not an impossible fit, but it’s snug.

“I don’t know if you know this, but your fingers are cock-sized.”

“I-uh—maybe?” It’s not like I go around comparing!

“Trust me. You realize you’re going to spoil me for all other men?”

But I don’t want there to be other men. I grunt in hurt and surprise, but it’s short-lived.

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