Page 47 of Knocked up By the Minotaur

I look towards the hallway as he drops his hand and trails it along my collar bone, a new worry entering my thoughts. “Hold on, what about Lucas?”

He shakes his head with a small smile, his fingers stroking deftly along my skin. “He’s asleep, safe and sound in my room. His door is shut, and so is the one to the living area. He won’t hear a thing.”

“But…” Now I’m beginning to question myself. “I’m being selfish—”

“Use me,” he murmurs, voice low and smooth and smoky, as his warm brown eyes connect with mine. “Be selfish. Chew me up and spit me out, darling. I’m yours for the taking.”

My lips part, and my pussy floods with desire at those words. How is that the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life?

I dive my hands immediately towards the soft band of his sweatpants, fingers curling over the edge, but to my surprise, he stops me.

“Wait,” he whispers, drawing both my palms to lay flat over his hard pecks, as his second hand first unbuckles my jeans, and then dives down the back of my pants, one finger stroking down between my cheeks. “You’re not ready for me yet.”

My breath hitches as he reaches my pussy from behind and slides a finger through my already slick folds and up along the center of my clit. “Yes, I am.”

I’ve never been so ready, so quickly. My body is flooded with arousal, my pussy wet and clenching over nothing, desperate and greedy for what I know he can give me.

He shudders beneath me, I feel the motion race along his body as his finger slips back towards my entrance and prods inside. I groan, and so does he.

“Fuck.” His voice is sin against my ear as he feels the evidence of my desire for him.

“I am ready,” I whimper, rocking gently against the motion of his finger. “I need you to shove that knot of yours deep inside me, right now, Oli.”

His hips buck up against me as he sucks in a sharp breath, his hand leaving my core and clutching tightly at my hips. “Fates, Grace. The things you do to me…”

I roll up onto my knees and push my jeans and panties down, dropping to his side as I wriggle out of them, and he watches the whole thing avidly, his gaze locked between my legs. He shifts forward, and with his eyes so intensely riveted to my core as I throw my clothes and shoes away, I have a pretty good idea what his intentions are, and I stop him with a foot on his chest.

“No,” I say, pushing up into a kneel before I crawl back over to him, completely naked now. “You can lick my pussy later. I need your cock now, I can’t wait.”

He grabs the back of my head and pulls me in for a wet, hungry kiss, his tongue lashing against mine as he lets out a desperate sound from deep in his chest. My hands reach once more for his waistband, and this time he lets me. I pull it down just far enough for his big, bull cock to spring free, and I moan as I run both my hands up and down his length, feeling the way his knot is already swelling for me.

“Fates,” he whispers, pulling away from my lips to watch me as I align our bodies. “Fates, have mercy.”

“No mercy for the wicked,” I whisper back, before I drop myself down on his enormous length, making it all the way the top of his swelling in one stroke. My eyes close at the delicious stretch of him, the feel of him filling me up. The flare of his cockhead is evident inside me, I can feel exactly where he ends deep in my body, and I moan, despite trying to stay quiet.

He feels so good, so good,like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Thick and beautiful inside me, I long to suck him in deeper, to feel that flat head of his bottom out inside me as he stretches and stretches me with his knot.

His fingers are bands over my hips, he’s clutching me so tight it’s almost painful, but I love every second of it, and I bite my lips and try to wriggle further down.

That’s when I finally hear him make a noise. “Grace.”

His voice is strangled and hoarse, and I open my eyes to see him. His face is slack with desire, lips parted as if in shock, eyes soft, heated, darting all along my face and body.

“Grace, I c—” He snatches a breath, and he almost looks lost as his gaze connects with mine. “I—”

I smile lazily, wondering if he’s ever looked more handsome, his expression so open and raw. I squeeze my pussy over his shaft, and kiss his cute, flat nose. “I’ve got you, baby.”

And then I begin to rock my hips gently, feeling that his knot is more swollen than it was last time and needing the friction to slowly work myself over him.

He drops his head against the couch, eyes rolling back and breath falling in pants, as his fingers begin to knead my flesh. “Oh, Grace,” he murmurs. “Oh, fuck.”

His cock twitches inside me, and he curls his hips, shifting our angle as I continue my small, teasing pulses and try desperately to get myself over his knot. I whimper as I feel him sliding a little further in, but I can’t seem to get past his widest point, and I curl my nails into his soft down of fur, scratching and trying to get a good grip so I can shovemyself down where I want—no, need—to be.

That’s when his arms suddenly band around me tightly, one wrapped firm around my waist while the other grips the back of my neck, and he sits he sits up into me, cheek to cheek.

“I’m sorry, princess,” he groans into my ear. “I’m sorry.”

What? But I don’t have the breath to say a word, because he suddenly flicks his hips beneath me and uses the strength of his arms to pushes me down into his cock, pressing my body tightly to his chest as he pushes his way in.

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