Page 25 of The Minotaur's Milkmaid
Then he’s moving, his massive body shifting between my thighs, spreading me wider. My breath hitches as I feel him. The thick, heavy length of him pressing against my soaked entrance, so much bigger than his fingers. A whimper escapes me, my body instinctively tensing.
Dakar stills instantly, his muscles locked with restraint. “Look at me, Little One,” he orders me softly, his gaze burning into mine. “I won’t hurt you.”
I swallow, nodding, my fingers digging into his waist. The first press of him steals my breath, a slow stretch that burns in the sweetest way. “Oh, oh!” My back arches, my nails digging into his skin as he fills me, inch by impossible inch.
“Fuck,” he grits out, his forehead dropping to mine, his breath ragged. “You're taking me so well.” His praise eases the sting as my body yields, stretching around his girth.
I feel full, impossibly so, every nerve alight as he seats himself fully inside me. A broken sound leaves my lips, my thighs clenching around his hips.
Dakar groans, his control fraying. “You feel that, Maeve? How perfectly you fit me?” He pulls back, just enough to make me gasp, then sinks in again, deeper this time. “You were made for me.”
Tears fill my eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming rightness of it.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his lips brushing mine as he begins to move, each thrust gentle, his hips rolling against mine in a rhythm that steals my thoughts. “You're taking my cock so well.”
The stretch is dizzying, the pleasure building with every deep stroke. I cling to him, my moans mingling with his groans as he claims me.
“You’re so perfect.”
His hands slide up my sides, worshipping every curve. His thumbs brush over the soft swell of my belly, then higher, tracing the undersides of my heavy, full breasts. “So fuckingperfect.”
I bite my lip as he rolls his hips, sinking deeper, the stretch bordering on painful, but it’s good, so good. The burn melts into pleasure as my body yields to him.
“That’s it, Maeve.” His teeth graze my freckled shoulder. “Take me. Just like that.”
He starts to move faster, deep thrusts that make me gasp each time he bottoms out. His hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he starts to fuck me with a punishing rhythm. Every surge of his hips drives him deeper, stretching me, claiming me, until I’m screaming beneath him.
His hands are everywhere, gripping, squeezing,hurtingin the best way. I’ve never felt anything like this, never known a touch so rough it steals my breath. Dakar’s teeth scrape my throat, his growl vibrating against my skin as he pins me beneath him.
“Mine,” he snarls.
I whimper as his cock drags out of me. He doesn’task, just flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up, one massive hand pressing between my shoulders, holding me down.
“D-Dakar!”
“I'm going to breed you,”he grits out, his voice thick with lust.“Fuck you so full of come you’ll never forget who owns this cunt.”
I gasp as he spreads my legs wider, his fingers rough as they slide through my dripping wetness. I’mshamelesslyeager, and he groans.
“Gods, you’re so beautiful.”
Then he’s pushing deeper, stretchingme,burningme. I cry out, but he doesn’t slow down or stop, justkeeps fuckinginto me with brutal strokes, his hips slamming against my ass with every thrust.
“So tight.”
His pace is punishing.“I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. Keep you full, keep youpregnant, fuck you rawevery damn day.”
His words send a shock of heat through me, my body clenching around him as he pounds into me, each movement wrenching a cry from my lips. His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back.
“Say it,”he demands, his breath hot on my ear.“Say you’re mine.”
“I'm yours!”I sob, my vision blurring as pleasure coils tight in my belly.“Only yours,please!”
He roars, slamming into me one last time before his cock swells, locking us together as his come floods me. The sensation tips me over the edge, my own orgasm tearing through me with a scream.
Dakar’s massive body shudders against mine, his breath hot against my neck as we both come down from the peak. His arms tighten around me, keeping me close as his cock pulses inside me.
He doesn’t let me collapse forward; he drags me back against his chest. One arm locks around my waist, while his other hand slides down between my thighs.
