Page 106 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

I can’t help giggling as I shimmy out of my panties. I’m wet already. The evidence of it covers the panties I discard on the floor.

Ronan chuckles when I toss them at his feet. When I’m not quick enough obeying his instructions, he pulls me over his lap,ass in the air. I’m laughing until his palm lands sharply on my butt and I moan instead.

He never spanks me hard, just enough to make me tingle in all the right places. Every slap has my cheeks smarting and my pussy throbbing for attention.

After ten smacks, he stops. He pushes my dress further up my hips. Then his hand slides back down and cups my ass, plumping and toying with it.

I wriggle, desperately hoping for his fingers in my wet folds, but he isn’t cooperating.

“This is why you need to do what I tell you, Justine.” His thumb slips teasingly close to where I want him. “You need it, don’t you?”

I arch my back as much as I can face down in his lap. “Yes!”

“Then why disobey me?”

I gasp when his fingers play with the insides of my thighs. “I wanted to wait. Wanted you to see.”

He groans, finally pushing my legs apart to delve inside. Pleasure skitters through me when he finds my clit and rubs with firm, sure strokes. “Such a needy girl, aren’t you? I won’t lie. I love that you wanted to save them for me, but there’s always more sweetness here, isn’t there?” Inserting a finger deep into my pussy, he strokes me a few times before pulling it out again.

I hear his heavy sigh and the wet sound as he licks his finger clean.

More moisture trickles along my inner thigh. I can’t keep still; I need it so much.

Another loud smack!

“You should never hold back this sweetness.”

Thick fingers spear into me. Two this time, not one.

I buck, but his other hand holds me in place. I feel so full from just his fingers.

Against my belly, Ronan’s cock stiffens and throbs. “You’ll give them all to me now. As many as I demand. All for my pleasure until I’m finished. Do you understand?”

Oh, I love this game. The one where he makes me come until I can’t stand it anymore. He pretends like a punishment, and maybe it is. It also feels like all my fantasies come true, right up until the moment I’m forced to admit I can’t take even one more.

Ronan plunges his fingers in and out of my pussy, hitting that place deep inside that makes my toes curl. He coaxes five whimpering orgasms from my body face down over his knee before he takes pity on me. He lets me up while I’m still giddy from the last. “Back to being my good girl now, aren’t you?”

I flop back onto the sofa, legs spread open, limbs weak. “Yes. Always.”

“Then what do you think you’re doing there? You should be riding my face right now.”

When he hauls me up, I moan. Then louder when Ronan pulls me over his hungry mouth. He devours me, tongue thrusting up inside me, then stroking over my clit, over and over until the pleasure is so intense I can barely stand it.

As my next orgasm gets close, I try to move away. It’s hopeless, though, because his strong hands clamp down over my hips, holding me in place.

I cry out.

It’s too much.

Then it’s not enough. I tip over the edge and warmth spreads through me, starting in my core and radiating through my body, to the top of my head and the tip of my toes. I grind hard, shamelessly, and drink in the pleasure until the orgasm is completely over.

Ronan gives me a brief pause, while I come down.

When my breathing evens out. He starts all over again. “Oh, God! Ronan I don’t think—”

His finger slides through my folds then back to tease my ass and I scream.

I come again so fast I’m left trembling.

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