Page 20 of Mastering the Minotaur

“Going to what?” She never slows for a second.

“Come! I’m going to come!”

She keeps pumping my cock and I hear her laughter and feel it shake her small body. “Don’t you dare. You hold on now.”

I curl my toes and suck in a breath, and hold with all my might. It’s coming anyway. Pleasure rises until I’m about to spill.

She stops.

I curse.

She applies a firm pressure to my shaft, and I’m guessing she is using both hands.

My breath catches in my throat.

I was perilously close to disappointing her.

My chest rises and falls despite her small weight. She holds still a long moment while I recover.

Just when I think she might take pity on me, she releases the pressure on my cock. “Again.”

Her hands move on me again, stroking, drawing pleasure back right to the edge of my control. Her hips rock. She grinds her hot pussy over my bare chest and I moan aloud with delight, feeling how wet she is. I hope she leaves me dripping with her. I’d like to tell her to leave a mess, but I can’t. My entire being is focused on doing what she told me. I must not come.

I’m not going to come.

I’m wrong. I’m going to come.

She stops again.

This time we’re both breathing harder. If I could think straight, I’d better appreciate the effect this is having on her. Finally!

I wish I could take it in. For now, I’m only congratulating myself for surviving thus far.

Her need is strong, lush, fragrant. I can almost taste it on my tongue with every breath. Why is it so good? Of course I like the way a female smells and tastes, but there’s something about Mel that has me a little bit crazy. “Please!”

She doesn’t answer.

I gasp again, needing to ask her. “Please, Mel. Let me make you come.”

In my dazed state, I forget the honorific. She seems not to notice.

She still says nothing. But very slowly, she shifts, rolling her hips until her pussy is presented for me. “As you wish.”

She pushes back against my mouth and I stick out my tongue, drawing in her essence. All I can think is I was right. This is the best fucking flavor in the world. I lap and suck and coat my tongue with it as she moans and writhes. I should be paying more attention. I should be noticing each motion that draws a sigh or a roll of her hips. Instead, I’m wrapped up in my own damn pleasure, lost in the taste and scent and feel of her smooth pussy in my face.

A small hand wraps around my cock again and I almost lose control.

Somehow I hold on while she works me up and down. How? I’ve never felt like this. Never edged for so long, never felt so desperate to come. I’ve also never been so focused on giving a female pleasure before. On the taste of her.

There’s something more to this. Something I can’t process right now.

Somehow, I don’t spill, even as pressure tenses my belly and I fist the bedding.

Somehow, I hold back until, with a final shudder, she cries out and convulses against my mouth.

Then I erupt with a force I haven’t felt in all my life. My vision blacks around the edges. I bellow. My back arches. When I finally stop, my come covers my belly, the sheets, the pillows, and Mel herself.

Fuck me. I’m a changed bull. Something dances on the edge of my consciousness, but all I can think of is her.

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