Page 48 of Knocked up By the Minotaur

Oh god, oh god, oh god—nothing has ever felt—so good…

I gasp in pure ecstasy as he finally gets inside, filling me up like no one else ever has—but it’s nothing to the sound he makes against me. Deep, desperate and wild, he presses his face into my neck as he moans, and he starts fucking me from beneath, hips pistoning into me in a way I didn’t expect from this position.

“Oh,” I cry, my head tipping back as he begins to bite and lick at my throat. “Oli.”

I can feel his knot inside me, bouncing up and down, stretching me fuller than I’ve ever been stretched before. It’s incredible, and I know he has so much more to give me. I know what’s coming, and I shove him back into the couch and take control again.

His jaw clenches as his head hits the padded backrest, eyes dropping to where we connect with messy, slapping noises as I begin to bounce on his lap.

“Fates, Grace,” he groans, as he grips my hips tightly. “You are… the most incredible…” I watch his throat bob with a swallow, his horns pressing into the padding behind him. He looks up at the ceiling suddenly, as if he’ll come undone if he keeps looking at me. “So wet.” He pants. “So tight. So gods-blessed beautiful.”

He slides one hand to press over my abdomen, dropping a thumb down to my clit, which sends a spark of electricity racing along my spine, and I seize up at the contact.

“Oh god, yes, keep your hand there!” I cry, rolling my hips towards his thumbs as I bounce. “Right there!”

“Yes,” he groans. “I’m yours, darling. Take what you need.”

I whine as he begins to tap his thumb lightly, vibrating it against me and allowing me to curl and bounce and move myself into him however I need. I lean back, holding onto his knees for dear life as I spread my legs wider and start to grind, pushing into his thumb, pushing onto his cock, concentrating solely on chasing my high and letting my body take charge. His thick, flat head is bouncing into my cervix, filling me up in every way I’ve ever needed, and then I feel it.

As I moan with abandon and writhe on him, his knot begins its final pulsing swell inside me, and my eyes fly open as my pleasure coils and tightens to a head.

I throw myself forward, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I’m going to… come…” I whimper, scratching at his back, trying to get closer to him, and he moans low and deep, pressing his face into my neck again.

“Oh, Grace,” he chants, almost like a prayer. “Oh, fuck, so am I.”

We grab at each other with raw, untamed, unrefined movements, clutching and pushing and moaning until my body can’t take it any longer. I’m somehow caught on the edge, unable to tumble over, until his arms clamp tight around me once more and he lets out a desperate cry, followed by one final pulse of his knot, which hits me right in the deepest, most sensitive places.

My body explodes with an orgasm as I feel him let loose inside me, and we both hold tight as we ride out the waves of out euphoria together.

“Oh, Grace,” he whispers once we finally come down, and I feel him twitch inside me with one final pump before he collapses backwards against the couch. “Oh, fuck.”

I grin as I settle down into him, my body listless and sated as his swelling remains wedged deep inside, plugging me up and sending little zips of after-glow through my sensitized body. “Agreed.”

“Come to the opening night with me.”

I scrunch my nose against his chest, running my fingers up and down his velvet, sculpted abs under his soft T-shirt, feeling too spent to move. It occurs to me in that moment that he’s still fully dressed, while I sit completely naked on him. “Hmm?”

“Next week, we’re hosting a marketing event for the lodge. A fancy dinner under the stars.”

“Oh, yeah,” I mumble, “the half-opening night. Rhokar was telling me about it.”

His fingers begin to move up and down along my spine. “Let’s not mention other males while I’m still deep inside you, my sweet,” he rumbles, and I snort and lazily squeeze my pussy around him.

He makes a breathy little noise, and then his fingers are under my chin and tilting me up for a soft, lingering kiss. “Come with me. Be my date.”

“But won’t there be a ton of reporters taking pictures?” I ask, since this seems to be the exact opposite of what a perpetually single bachelor would want. You don’t take a lover to an event like this, right? You take a partner. “The whole town will see us splashed across the news together. That’s making quite a statement.”

He smiles and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I know.”

I settle my head back down against his shoulder so that he doesn’t see me frown, as my heart immediately begins to thump with excitement at that proclamation. Excitement that I shouldn’tbe feeling, since he isn’t asking me to be his date like that. He just… knows that it will send the perfect message to our exes.

“I thought your problem with Sera was solved now?” I force myself to say. His fingers pause against my back.

“Let’s not mention other females, either.”

“But I suppose it might be the final push Brad needs,” I continue, throwing myself headlong into my speech so that I don’t have to think about the way my chest tightens or my stomach drops. “I turned him away for the last time today, so him seeing us at an official gathering like that should really seal the deal for him and make him understand that I’ll never go back to him.”

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