Page 41 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

“That won’t do. I forgot about your ankle.” He yanks the pants and my underwear off in one swift gesture. Then he pushes my knees up to my ears, exposing me completely. “Must remember to keep it elevated.”

I flush again, a hundred times more violently than before. I’m so utterly naked and spread out under him. He must see every fold in my belly, every roll. Every glistening secret of my core.

When I can bring myself to look, though, he isn’t looking at my belly. His hungry gaze is locked on my pussy. My fingers tighten against the fleshy part of my thighs.

“Such a wet little pussy.” Ronan runs a knuckle down the back of my thigh. “Can I play with it, Justine? Is that what you want?”

“Please!” Right now I’m too desperate to feel shy. I’m sure I’ll cringe about this in the morning.

He tsks, skimming my pussy once again, refusing to touch me. “Use your words like a good girl. Tell me ‘Ronan, I need you to play with my pussy’.”

I squeeze my eyes shut tight, unable to say the filthy words and look at him at once. “Ronan, I... need you to play with my pussy.”

“Of course you do, needy girl. And that’s just what I’m going to do.”

I’m expecting fingers. A confident, practiced touch.

What I get instead is warm and wet and so much more nimble than fingers. I gasp. My eyes fly open. I look down to see Ronan Kernos on his knees between my legs with his mouth on my pussy, devouring me like I’m his last meal.

His horns nudge my legs wider and further back. He is not holding back at all!

If I thought his mouth felt amazing on my breasts, there is nothing like the feeling of him suckling on my clit. Laving up my folds with the flat of his powerful tongue. Dipping inside.

I cry out! I wasn’t even sure guys liked going down there, let alone this. Do people do this?

Holy shit.

I don’t know about people, but monsters certainly do. The way Ronan’s tongue curls inside me there’s no way this is his first time.

I’m hit with a sudden rush of pleasure. Pressure so intense I moan. Then Ronan strokes me inside with the tip of his long tongue and I come in a rush of moisture.

I’m shaking by the time it’s over. The sweetness of it lingers and feels so good it’s almost like the build up all over again.

I squirm.

He has me pinned. A firm hand on either leg holding me at his mercy.

“Ronan!”

He mumbles something against my pussy, but he doesn’t stop.

“Ronan!” I tug at his horns, but he only grunts and doesn’t let up.

I’m breathless. The pressure is back and the wet sloppy noises he’s making are just shameful. What’s happened down there? Is it a flood? “Ohmigod, Ronan, you have to stop.”

He finally lifts his head. “Do I? I’ve only just gotten started.”

My pussy gives another violent flutter and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. “It’s too wet.”

Ronan chuckles, releasing my legs. “It’s delicious.”

My mouth falls open. I can’t even speak. He thinks it tastes good?

“You don’t believe me?”

Numbly, I shake my head.

I try to sit, but he slides a thick finger through my folds and I collapse back into the bed with a moan. Only he stops. He lifts his hand. I stare. It’s coated in... me. “Open.”

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