Page 9 of Wed to the Bullman

Her face turns a bright pink. “It’s normal, I’m fine.”

I pull her to me, lowering my face to hers and planting a kiss on her lips. “Are you okay to do it again?” I press my urgency against her and she giggles.

“I’m fine, husband. But you haven’t shown me the ranch. Or we haven’t seen my sister yet.”

I pull her to the bedroom again, my hands are on her clothes, tugging and pulling to free her sweet body. She giggles and helps and then turns to me, helping me out of my clothes.

We tumble to the bed, rolling onto our sides facing each other. I want to ravage her, but I hold back knowing fragile humans can’t take that. She pulls her hair to the side and I roll to my back while she hoists herself over me, on top.

“I’m glad we’ve found our way physically. If that’s the only time I get your affection, then so be it.” She leans in and our lips touch and I’m wondering what she means by that. The physical urges take over and I’m caught up in the wonder of the moment.

“Let me take you for a ride.” She busts out laughing. “Sorry, I’ve always wanted to say that. I read it in one of those trashy romance novels.”

Her small body moves over me and she grabs my cock with her sweet little hands. Hovering, she easily guides me inside. I barely fit, but she wiggles her hips until I slid all the way in.

“You really are big. Wow.” Her body moves over me, squeezing as she rocks up and down. I moan and help her by grabbing her hips and moving her faster.

CHAPTER 8

Agnes

Vozak groans as I move faster over him. Leaning forward, the friction between us sparks pleasure in me.

“Wait for me.” I moan, wanting to go with him, but he’s too far ahead.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to come with you.” I grind over him and he slows the moves.

“Yes, come with me. Wife.” His eyes looked into mine, a softness in his expression. He pulls me up and sets me to the side.

“What are you doing?”

He stands on the floor and draws me to him. “I want to help you come with me.”

I grab his waist and cling to him as he penetrates me again. He shoves his hand between my legs, rubbing my clit, helping me along.

Within minutes my body trembles greatly and I launch into the orgasm. He joins me seconds later, thrusting into me fast, our bodies trembling through the throes of pleasure.

He finishes and I collapse back onto the bed, hoping he’ll join me. He laughs and turns around, redressing.

“Well? You want to see the ranch?”

I want a moment of tenderness. Maybe a kiss, but my husband is all work and no affection, except when he’s horny and wants to mate. I shrug and instead of sulking, I dress and follow him outside with the promise of seeing my sister soon.

The boarius outnumber all the other creatures by two to one.

“I don’t eat bovine,” Vozak grunts at me as we check the cattle with the long horns.

I laugh. I can’t help it. Beef is a precious commodity where I’m from. We're accustomed to eating mostly vegetables grown in the surrounding farmlands. But if beef was available, they would eat it.

“Vrakius eats it. Auryn tells me how she cooks both beef and boarius.”

“No bovine will be eaten in this home.” Vozak looks at me with a final authoritative expression.

My brow furrows, and I don’t like it. No discussion, no gentle words. He’s all or nothing. What’s that old saying? A bull in a china shop. Yeah, that’s it. He’s all gruff and dominating. I’m not sure I will enjoy a relationship where he’s only tender with me while we’re doing it. It’s nothing like what I saw with Vrakius and Auryn. I’m beginning to wish I had Chelsea find me a nice Phoenix instead.

“You coming?” He stands at the door as I slip my feet into the sneakers.

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