Page 61 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

From this angle, I can watch her face. Something I’ve never been more grateful for. I should have thought of this before.

From this angle, I can bring one of her soft human feet to my mouth to suck those toes.

God damn!

As I slide out and back in, her brows knit together, but I know that expression. It’s the one she wore when she came on my fingers over and over.

A zing of energy ripples down my spine.

“You like that?” I fuck her harder.

Her mouth hangs open. She nods.

“You like that, Justine?”

“Yes!”

“How hard do you want me to fuck you?” As I say this I slow, praying I’m right. Praying this is what she needs, too.

She whines, grabbing for my hand where it rests on her thigh. “Please.”

“Uh-uh. Tell me. How hard?” I slow even further.

It’s agonizing. But if it’s hard for me, it’s clearly driving her wild. She arches her back, inviting me deeper.

“Say it.”

“Hard! Please fuck me hard!” The words burst from her.

With a bellow of satisfaction, I pump into her roughly again. This time I can see what it does to her. See the bounce of her full breasts and the blissful look on her face. I reach down and rub her clit in time with my frantic movements. “God, you’re a goodfucking girl. Taking my cock. Taking it hard. You like that, don’t you?”

My balls slap against her ass. “Yes.”

“You like how my cock fills you up?”

“Yes.”

I rub faster, thrusting in and out, searching for that perfect spot. Justine’s replies become a garbled string of sound. A continuous yes, yes, as I give it to her over and over.

Then she comes.

It’s unexpected. I don’t see it coming. Her pussy grips me tight. I swear the pleasure travels through her and through my cock, all the way to my aching balls.

I’m damn close to losing control. “You on protection, Justine?”

She can’t reply. Her eyes are pressed shut and her mouth is open on a silent scream. I don’t want it to end. I want to keep fucking her and giving her pleasure until she can’t take anymore. Unfortunately this question needs answering.

“Justine.”

Her eyes snap open.

“Protection?”

She stares at me a moment longer. I keep up the shallow thrusts as long as I can. “Mmm? I mean yes. On the pill.”

Not good enough. I have to be sure. With a curse, I pull out, still fisting my cock. Her eyes go round and she watches me in fascination. I pump my hand over my length. My belly tightens. I grit my teeth as sensation so intense it has me shaking overcomes me. Long ropes of liquid spill out over Justine’s belly. Over the bed, the sheet, the covers. Over everything. When I’m done, it’s pooling in her belly button and dripping down both sides to gather in a puddle around her. Shit.

I release a long shuddering breath.

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