Page 72 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

He’s right. Instead of seeing the flab of my belly or the way my breasts are smaller than I’d like, instead I see my flushed, pink nipples and the flare of my hips as I spread wider for him.

I see his powerful shoulders tensed with need. I feel the evidence of it behind me in his swollen erection, and I rub faster, filled with need and pleasure and desire.

“Stop.”

Panting, I do as I’m told.

“Get on the bed.”

With shaking limbs and a throbbing clit, I hurry to obey.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A hand on my ankle yanks me back as I crawl onto the mattress, before I can turn over.

He slaps my ass. “Ass up, like a good little girl. Let me see you arch your back and get ready for my cock.”

My back arches instantly, displaying my pussy for him. I throb with need for him but it’s still a surprise when the fat head pushes just inside. I gasp when he thrusts further still, parting me, spreading me wider than I think I can go.

Then he nudges inside, slides in deep, and my toes curl as my hands grab for something to hold.

“This one’s just for you, Justine.”

I don’t have long to wonder what he means. Ronan holds my hips and begins thrusting, hitting that very spot where I wanted him. With all the teasing, my legs are already shaking. My walls tighten around him.

“Just for you. Take what you want. Close your eyes and take it. But know the next one is for me and I want you looking at me.”

Oh! He means my orgasm. I don’t think I could hold it back if I tried.

The mounting pressure builds as if I’m on the runway knowing the plane is about to take off.

When it finally happens, I’m genuinely flying for a moment. I forget all about what happened earlier. Any worries about how big my ass looks like this disappear. All I can do is feel Ronan thrust on and on, shallow and unrelenting, sending me soaring into a climax that seems to last an age.

THIRTY

Ronan

Her cunt milks me over and over as she continues to come for me.

I grit my teeth and hold on, refusing to stop until I’ve drawn every last drop of pleasure from her body.

When I hear her start to breathe again, I slow my thrusts. I’m tempted to keep going because every second I spend not inside her is torment with my balls ready to explode. There’s something she wants from me, though.

What she said before struck an unexpected chord. I should have known it, of course. A woman like this, so shy and used to being overlooked. She’s never had anyone make her feel special before. I could see by the way she holds herself she doesn’t feel beautiful.

Well I might not be able to be what she truly needs, but I can give her that.

I’m damn well going to give her that.

Nevermind that my balls are tight with the need to come already. I’m not sure I could hold off much longer even if I wanted to.

Luckily, I don’t need to. Because that’s what she wants.

Grabbing her thighs, I yank her toward me once she’s on her back. With satisfaction, I watch her mouth part and her pupils dilate the moment I line my cock up at her entrance again. I take it in my hand and slick it through her copious juices. I love the way she moans as I do.

“That’s right, my needy girl. You’re not finished coming for me.”

“Yes.” The word is breathy. Whispered. As if just being this close to me steals the air from her lungs.

I certainly know how that feels. Looking down at her under me, I’m tempted to grab my phone and take a picture to capture the moment. Instead, I push into her slowly, enjoying every inch as it disappears. God, the sight of her flushed pink pussy lips stretched to fit me make me ache.

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