Page 87 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

“Use my cock, Justine. Take what you want from me. Because you own it. Do you understand?”

Her mouth falls open. I think she’s going to tell me off. That I’m out of line.

I don’t even know what possessed me to say it.

Instead, she gives that little gasp and stutter of breath that let me know she’s about to come.

Moments later, she’s crashing over the edge, rolling her hips, milking pleasure from my body until I’m seconds away myself.

I won’t.

She’s not done.

I let her ride out the rest of her orgasm while I breathe through the need to fill her up with me.

When it’s finally over, I have no control left.

I flip us around until she’s under me, pinned to the mattress, still spread wide.

I look down at her and make sure she’s paying attention. “You’re not done, Justine. You’re going to come for me again. And then I want you to watch me come apart for you. You’re going to look at me and watch what you fucking to do me.”

She nods, too breathless for words.

It’s fast becoming that way for me, too.

For another few minutes, I pound into her pussy, shaking the bed and shaking my world.

Her cunt closes tighter. Her head twists from side to side, but she never once tells me to stop.

At the last moment, I lean in close. I’m as gentle as I can be when I grip her hair, turn her face and make sure she’s watching. “This is what you do to me, Justine. Only you. You make me break the rules. Make me need you.”

She cries out.

Whatever she sees on my face, it doesn’t seem to put her off. We reach this peak together. My balls tighten and my hips snapforward. I come in her as her walls flutter around my cock. Over and over, pleasure rages between us. I stare down into her eyes as I pour myself into her cunt. All of it. Every drop until the intensity is so great I need to look away. I don’t look away.

Then the storm breaks.

I thrust into her slower and slower, unable to continue, unwilling to stop.

Finally, it ends and I hold myself over her, still buried deep.

Justine looks up at me with wide eyes, searching my face.

I lean in for a tender kiss, needing to reassure her. When I pull out, I roll us so most of the mess drips onto me as I stroke her back.

“Did you mean it?” she whispers against my skin.

I frown. “Do I ever say anything I don’t mean?” I can’t tell if she’s asking if I really think she’s beautiful or if there’s something else. I’m trying to recall all the rest of the filth that poured from me while I fucking lost my mind.You own it.

Shit. I only meant she controls it so thoroughly whenever I’m around her she might as well. Everyone knows guys say stupid shit when they need to come.

“I thought you didn’t want a relationship.”

“I don’t. Not a traditional one.” I need to back pedal a bit here, but not too far. It’s true she’s made me want things I didn’t think I was capable of.

“Oh. Of course.” She settles back against my chest. I can hear the disappointment in her voice, though.

“I want you,” I tell her. It’s not a proper answer to her question. I know that. It’s all I can offer right now. I’m far too selfish to give her up, even though I know I should. All I know is when I’m around her, I feel like I can breathe.

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