Page 45 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

Nothing for it but to bluff my way through it. “Did I or didn’t I make you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life, Justine?”

She won’t look at me.

She won’t fucking look at me. What’s she hiding?

Rolling my hips, I grind my impossibly hard cock against the seam of her pussy.

Her eyelids flutter. Her mouth drops open.

I fucking love the way every single thing I do seems to have this effect on her.

“Tell me.” My head drops until my mouth is inches from hers.

I grind against her pussy again.

“I—”

“Tell me, Justine.”

“Y-you made me come harder than anyone. Myself included.”

My chest swells with misplaced pride. Even now, I can recognize it’s wrong. I don’t care, though. Right now all I care about is the satisfaction of knowing that I was the one to give that to her. That and the lush scent blooming from her pussy and flooding my nostrils. My voice a low murmur, I ask, “Then do I need to do it again?”

Her eyes flick to mine. She licks her lips and I’m tempted to capture them in a kiss.

“Do I?” I press.

The hint of a nod. It’s not enough. God, I’ve smashed down all the boundaries and made a bonfire on their wreckage. Too late to go back now. We’ll just draw a line under whatever happens while we’re on Rottager Island.

“Say it, Justine. Say what I need to hear and I’ll make you scream my name. Or tell me to stop and it ends now.”

Her chest heaves with a shaky breath. “Don’t stop,” she whispers.

Fuck me.

I prop up on one arm and reach between us, cupping her pussy over her tights. “Is that needy little pussy wet for me already?”

She nods again.

“Good. This time you’re going to get yourself there. Show me that you were paying attention. I want to see you come for me again.”

Her eyes go wide.

I could almost laugh at the way she freezes in the headlights like a frightened animal. Except the way she shies away from her own pleasure is enough to make me crazed.

I roll us again, taking her on top of me. Then I hold her hips, guiding her into motion as she rides me. “That’s it. Use my cock. I want to see you own it.” I meant her orgasm. I want to see her blossom. Only, she might as well own my fucking cock, too right now.

The second she gives in to it and rolls her hips I have to grit my teeth and will down the cum that threatens every second to spill before she’s done.

This isn’t about me.

It’s like some sort of sick challenge I’ve set myself just to prove I can. That I’m still in control here.

Her motions get faster, more sure. Justine plants her hands on my chest and really lets go. It’s a goddamn beautiful sight to see.

All that color in her cheeks, the sweat-damp hair clinging in tiny tendrils to her cheeks and neck. She’s a fucking masterpiece.

Her chest heaves.

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