Page 80 of The Minotaur's Valentine

“Let’s pour you into bed.”

“Only if you pour yourself in beside me. Or more accurately—” Libby unbuttons her blouse, fumbling with the ones at the bottom as she licks her lips, seducing me, “pour your hot cum inside my pussy. You made me come earlier and you didn’t get to.”

I can’t argue with that. Libby sheds her clothes in my living room as she sashays to my bedroom, her sweet warm musk trailing behind her, pulling me by the nose. I love how she walks through the house now, like she owns it. I love how she owns me, too, but she doesn’t take advantage of it.

When I get to my room, Libby is lying on her back, hair fanned out around her, two fingers already delving into her slickness, and her hips spread.

“You are spoiling me,” I growl, hurrying out of my clothes and kneeling at the foot of the bed. I jerk her forward with a squeal, bringing her pussy to my muzzle. I snuff and the hot breath makes her moan.

She’s gorgeous here, a pink, pearly masterpiece. I part her folds and look at the hidden depths of her, unable to hide the self-satisfied smirk as I look at how much more open her little paradise has become. That’s proof that she wants me. That I’m hers. That she craves me.

But no more than I crave her. Her scent and taste are my aphrodisiacs. I run my tongue along her thigh, and then over her mound, swirling around her clit.

“Fuck me with your tongue,” she moans as I lick around her edges but don’t go in.

I’m only too happy to do so. My flexible tongue with its slightly rough texture delves into her pussy, savoring the salt-sweetness of her juice and her skin.

Libby’s calves free themselves from my hands and slide lingeringly against the sides of my face, over my shoulders, and then up over my horns.

“Wait. Wait, I got an idea.” My sweethearts squirms away just as I’m about to test the depths of her pussy, jaw stretched wide to see if my tongue can touch the secret pieces of her that my fingers and cock always find. “You gotta lay down on your back.”

“I’m being a good listener. Do I get a sticker?” I tease.

“I’m going to suck your cock while you lick my pussy. Is that a good prize?” Libby pouts at me, her eyes heavy and sultry.

“Yes, goddess.” I flop down immediately, thick pink cock bobbing toward the ceiling.

Libby rolls bonelessly on me, the wine from this evening making her muscles as soft as overcooked pasta. Her hands fasten around my cock while her thighs slip easily over my shoulders. “Wheee.”

I have to laugh. And God, I love this view. Her plump, soft cheeks are right there. I part them and get a new angle to appreciate her pussy from. There’s her perfect, tight, unexplored backdoor. My cock jumps when I think about being her first there. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s that deeply ingrained possessive streak, but I don’t think she’ll mind. I don’t mind all of the firsts she’s given me. In fact... “Oh. Oh, fuck, what—”

Libby’s giving me a first right now. One of her hands slides under my heavy sack as her mouth moves endlessly on my cock, lipping it, nibbling it, and lapping away. And she finds my tight, unexplored backdoor!

While she sucks on my cock, she starts rubbing the tight ring of muscle, and my whole concept of pleasure opens up.

I lap at her pussy and concentrate on her clit while my pinky starts teasing her anus, rimming the outside like she’s doing to me. We mimic each other, down to the way we groan.

“I love this,” I confess.

“Me, too!” She sounds breathless. “Want to try one finger?”

“Yeah, baby. You, too?”

“Mmhmm.”

I almost cum as she penetrates me, taking my virginity again as I take hers. She gasps and pushes back against me, pushing more of my smallest digit into her hole. “We’re supposed to use lube,” I murmur through my groans. I don’t need it, with her fingers being so tiny.

“I’m soaking. It’s good for now.”

To be sure, I pull more of her thick, slippery girl juice back and coat her hole with it. Libby strokes my cock, dripping pre-cum, and does the same to me. Like, I said, mirroring each other.

AT ONE POINT, THE MIRRORING stops, somehow. It’s not conscious, it’s just that Libby’s going to make me shoot gallons of cum all over her if she doesn’t stop what she’s doing. She has two fingers in my tunnel while she works her other hand around my crown in a slippery up-and-down motion that makes me nonverbal. I just keep my pinky in her backdoor, feeling it squeeze in unison with her pussy as she comes on my mouth.

Then, the warm, soft haven is gone. My treat is gone! Libby takes her paradise away and faces me, kneeling between my legs as she fingers me and strokes me.

She’s going to make me come. She’s going to watch me cum on her hand, just like I watched her cum all over mine this afternoon. “But I want to be in you.” I managed to make a sentence.

“But you also want me in you,” she says with a debauched smile.

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