Page 32 of Knocked up By the Minotaur

“No fair.” She pouts and fists a hand against my collar. “That was my first meal of the night.”

I huff and grab at her hand that’s still hidden beneath her skirt, pulling it away and flipping her position so that she sits on her juicy little ass, and splays her spread legs around me. “Well, I’ve yet to eat anything at all,” I growl. I grab her around the waist and hoisting her up, so that I can drop her onto my counter. “And I’m ravenous.”

I rip her black little thong off without a care, grab both her knees, and spread her wide before me.

I knew it, I think as I stare at the puffy, pink folds before me, and my cock throbs at the sight. It’s the prettiest pussy in existence.

She’s completely bare, clean shaven and glistening, and I drop to my knees before her, our positions now reversed. “Don’t you have a single thing about you that isn’t gorgeous?”

She laughs, but it chokes into a moan as I hook her legs over my shoulders and suckle lightly at her clit. Her thighs tighten around my face as I slide in a finger and build a rhythm with my tongue. The feel of her soft flesh squeezing my horns, the sight and sound and scent of her engulfing me as she lets go of all control and grinds into my face—gods, I feel like an adolescent falling into his first rut. Her pleasure entices me, arouses me like nothing else I’ve known before, as if this was my first time experiencing something so blissful.

“Jesus, Oli.” Her voice is breathy and high, and it’s only getting breathier. “I need you. Come here.”

“I’m not finished,” I rasp, moving both my hands to grip tightly at her thighs and snaking my tongue inside her instead.

She gasps and drops her head back. “Please, baby,” she whimpers, and I don’t know what it is about that word falling from her lips that makes me shudder, but I close my eyes and delve my tongue further into her. “Please, please, I need you to fill me up!”

Another shudder runs through me as she continues to plead… and how could any male say no to her? I can’t deny her, not for anything.

With one final lick against her clit, I stand, and she instantly begin ripping at the buttons of my shirt.

“Give it to me!” Her legs are spread wide on my counter, and one of her hands finds its way into my still open slacks and begins pumping desperately at my shaft. She’s doing something wild to me, bringing out an unrefined fever from deep inside, and I shove down her dress, pushing it from her shoulders to expose her beautiful, pebbled pink nipples to the moonlight.

“Fates, sweetness,” I groan, as I lean down to suck and bite at her, my fingers once more teasing between her legs. “I had plans to take my time, seduce you properly, but…”

But I’m feeling wild, unhinged. Losing all my careful control.

“I’m seduced!” she gasps, pulling desperately at my clothes. “I don’t need any more foreplay. Just fuck me.”

Her fingers tighten around my shaft, seeking out my knot and squeezing, and I moan and grab her hand, pulling it away from my cock and pinning it against the counter by her hips. “Stop, or you’ll end this before it’s begun.”

An odd zip of electricity sparks at my wrist where it’s pressed near hers, and I find it a strange time for static electricity to make a show. But then she squeezes her legs around me, and when her bare, wet pussy grinds against my naked cock, all thoughts disappear and I shudder, dropping my forehead to hers.

“I’m on the pill,” she breaths, shifting and pushes her slickness against my underside even more enticingly. “Please, please,come inside me.”

I jerk my hips and let out a strangled sound at those words, so raw and filled with need.

“Are you ready, kitten?” I ask, as I position my flat tip at her entrance. “Or do you need a little more time?”

She whimpers and her eyes fly open at the feel of me as I continue to circle my thumb by her clit. “I think I’m—going to—come,” she manages to gasp, and if there was any part of me capable of waiting even a second longer, it’s gone now.

I press inside, and she cries out, her walls immediately pulsing around me, sucking me deeper, and I find myself bottoming out in one smooth motion, shoving my hips against the counter and pulling her closer. I groan and begin to pump steadily into her, my eyes rolling at the sheer pleasure coursing through me.

This is different. This is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s like she was made for me, and I for her, and there’s nothing in the way of our pleasure right now.

My movements speed up long before I’m accustomed to losing control, overwhelmed at the feel and sound and sight of Grace coming on my cock. She eventually calms down as I pound into her, but it isn’t long before her moans begin to spiral once more, and her hips curl and grind in tandem with every thrust I give her.

“Oh god, Olistaire,” she mewls. “Oh god, oh god, I’m going to come again.”

“You come,” I gasp, “as many times as you need.”

She grinds against me, hips lifting to meet my thrusts harder, and my knot begins suddenly to fill, to swell in preparation for release.

“Fuck, beautiful,” I groan. “It’s coming. Are you ready?”

All she seems capable of doing is clutching tightly on to me, as if I’m her lifeline, and by the time I release into her I worry I’m going to pass out from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure.

My body jerks, hips losing all rhythm, and I let out a deep cry and shove my face into her neck as I release jet after jet into her beautiful little body, until there’s nothing left inside me.

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