Page 60 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

Justine lifts herself up on her elbow and finds a better angle. Then she licks right up the shaft, flicking me a look from under thick lashes when she reaches the tip.

I’m holding onto my control by a hairsbreadth right now. Carefully, I slide my fingers into her hair, watching for her reaction. She doesn’t flinch or struggle. I guide her head until my cock rests at her open mouth. “Ready, Justine?”

A slight nod.

That’s all I need. I sink my cock into her mouth, careful not to thrust too far yet. She stretches her lips wide around the fat shaft. Her tongue slicks against the base of the head. It feels so fucking good I almost lose it.

Almost grip her hair tight and really give it to her.

Another day perhaps.

For now, I content myself with shallow thrusts, faster and faster until we’re in rhythm and she moans around my cock. It’s good. It’s fucking great, but it’s not what I need right now, and it’s not what she needs either.

“Such a good girl. Reach between your legs and touch that pussy for me. I want you ready to take all of me.”

Again, she obeys me. Her next moan vibrates down my shaft and into my balls.

Panting, I pull out. “On your hands and knees, Justine.”

I give her ass a little slap to hurry her movements, barely able to keep from tossing her around. When her ass is up, I push down on her lower back until she’s arching for me. What afucking meal. Her plump little pussy is ready and waiting for me. Her delicate little toes curl and her fingers clench the bedsheets.

I line up and slide the tip through her wetness. Then with a groan, I thrust into her soaking wet warmth.

She’s tight. I can’t push in all the way at first. Even after her orgasm and with her juices dampening her thighs, I have to work my way inside.

She gasps when I get close to bottoming out. Then her pussy clenches and releases. Finally, I hit a spot inside her that makes her say my name and my inner monster takes over.

TWENTY FIVE

Ronan

Her fucking pussy is tight as anything. Slick and snug around my cock with every thrust. It’s a fucking miracle I don’t come in the first minute.

I need this.

God, do I need this.

I can’t believe I waited so long.

I pound into her, vaguely aware she probably isn’t used to this sort of rough treatment. I should slow down. Only, that’s impossible right now.

When I’m spent, I’ll make sure she comes as many times for me as her little body can manage. Right now, I’m a tangled mess of need and fury.

“Such a sweet little cunt,” I tell her.

She moans.

“Such a good girl. Can you take it?” My hips snap forward. The slap of flesh on flesh fills the room. It takes all my willpower just to moderate my grip on her ass, so I won’t leave bruises tomorrow.

No bruises. Her milky white skin would blush prettily if I spanked her, though. That’s a conversation we need to have, because right now the thought of my handprint on her ass makes my balls tight and my mouth dry.

Slap, slap, slap.

It feels so fucking good.

Justine’s legs start to tremble. I give her another few thrusts and then pull out with regret. Any moment spent not inside her feels wasted!

“Lie down, girl. That’s right.” I help her turn onto her side. Then I lift her leg and pull her toward me. When she realizes what I’m doing, she adjusts and I slide my cock back inside her welcoming pussy. We both groan.

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