Page 66 of Minding the Minotaur

“Arlo!” I scream in outrage. “I need… you… to…”

And then ah, fuck,finally… his thick tongue glides a path along my cleft and the relief is palpable as my clit spasms, and teeters on the edge.

But just as I’m almost there, he’s gone again, his tongue a mercurial being, as he kisses around the inside of my thighs.

I writhe and whine and grab his horns, trying to maneuver his head back, but he’s so much stronger than me, and determined to keep up the onslaught.

Edging me higher and higher.

And then one hand has left my breast, and a digit is around my entrance, circling. Then another. He slides them inside me and I lift off the rock again, seeing stars as he strokes my G-spot. His thumb pad lands on the bud of my clit and he’s rotating it while pumping with his two thick fingers. Every nerve cell is on fire now, my cunt swollen and so fucking desperate to come.

He splays one huge hand behind my butt and lifts me up so that his tongue and fingers can gain full purchase.

“More… harder,” I beg in a growly voice. It’s so strong, this need, it’s almost painful. Heat floods my core, spurred on by the delicious slurping sounds he’s making, and his grunts, so dirty and so beautiful. “Faster,” I gasp as my orgasm builds like a roiling storm inside me.

“Fuck Arlo, oh god, I’m commmminnng!” I babble as my release hits, and the sound bounces across the cave as I come so hard I think my body will disintegrate and be swallowed up by Arlo’s beautiful mouth.

As I pant and quiver in the aftermath, he licks away the come around my thighs with low grunts of approval. “That’s it baby, that’s it. So sweet. So beautiful.”

But I’m not finished.

My orgasm has made me want more.

I’m sated, but not satisfied.

“I need your cock in me,” I beg.

“Are you sure, pet?”

“Yes.”

“Are you ready for me to claim you?”

“Yes.”

“Then you are my mate,” he growls harshly, eyes suddenly blazing.

“I am your mate.”

He rises above me with a triumphant bellow, fisting his huge cock. Even in the dim light I can see how dark the two big veins mapping its engorged surface are.

He pumps it again and a spring of pre-cum slides down the side and drips onto my pubes.

The smell is beautiful, a salty tang. My nostrils flare.

I watch as he takes the lube and liberally covers his cock, rubbing it up and down, then scoops a handful inside my pussy. It’s cool and tingly on my already sensitized nerves.

He moves over me, his eyes dark with desire. My pussy contracts in anticipation, so very ready to take him.

“Gods, you are perfect.” He pins back my pussy lips with two fingers, prising me open, pumping another digit inside and opening me wider, with sounds so lewd it makes us both laugh. Then his cock head replaces his fingers at my entrance and already I feel the stretch, the heat of him on my sensitive folds.

I arch up to meet him, and he steadies himself, his powerful thighs pinning my hips on either side, his dark hair and the huge balls hanging like ripe fruit. I want him so bad it hurts, but in a good way, a way that I know is going to be completely satisfying.

He thrusts gently, and lets out a low, ecstatic groan. I feel the stretch, but it’s not painful, it’s the satisfaction of being filled. Completed. Arlo is everything I’ve ever wanted. And he’s all mine.

“Ready, babe?”

I nod, and he deepens the thrust. My legs come up around him, binding him to me, and I cry out. He stills.