Chapter 24
24
A re you ready for it?
Such a simple question, but hearing the full extent of what Wesley wants to do with me makes my whole body erupt in goosebumps. It’s more than the primal picture he paints. It’s the dark, hungry edge to his voice that tells me this goes beyond rough sex. No, it’s a claiming. He’s going to own me, body and soul, stripping away everything until the only thing that’s left is my need for him.
I should be scared to give myself to a monster. The brush of his tail against my thigh as I attempt to come up with words for a reply further emphasizes the fact that we really aren’t the same. I’m a human, small and fragile compared to his hulking minotaur self. It would take nothing for him to break me.
But this is Wesle y . How could I ever worry with him? He’s the best person I know. If anything, his minotaur strength and instincts only reinforce my certainty that I’m safe with him.
No, I’m not scared. I’m just as ravenous for his claiming as he is.
“Yes. I’m ready. I want it, Wes. I want my monster daddy to fuck me. I want all of you.”
A deep, rumbling groan is the only warning I get before he slams inside me in a brutal thrust that slides me up the bed a few inches. He growls and yanks my hips back to him, fingers kneading into the flesh of my hips in a bruising grip.
Stars burst behind my eyes each time his piercing strikes inside me, and I gasp into the pillow my face is pressed against. “Oh f-fuck.”
The way he spears me with his cock with goes far beyond anything I’ve experienced before. It’s like he knows the exact angle to work inside me to make me cry out, tirelessly slamming into me with bestial grunts and groans. It’s all I can do to hold on, fisting the sheets beneath me to brace myself as I take what he gives me.
“Take it,” he rasps, sliding a hand down my spine, his weighty palm holding me in place possessively. “Daddy’s needed your sweet cunt all week. A week without you, cock hard and balls ready to burst.” He says “week” like it was a lifetime, sounding desperate and almost pained. “Never again. I’m not going a day without my baby girl’s pussy milking my cock dry.”
It’s a promise and a threat that sends a hot pulse of pleasure through me. I know I should protest, but fuck , I want that, too. Now that I know we can do it without splitting me in two, I want this every day for the rest of my life. More than that, I want him in my life every day. How can I live like I did before, knowing that this is an option? Not just the amazing sex, but the even more incredible monster who adores me.
“Yes, daddy. I want you every day. ”
“ Fuck.” He groans, his hips stuttering for a moment and his tail wrapping around my ankle like he needs every part of himself touching me. Secure in his hold, Wesley resumes his rapid, deep thrusts that almost knock the air out of my lungs.
An orgasm sneaks up on me, and I’m barely able to gasp out his name before I come apart. Tears well in my eyes at the intense pleasure and the rush of emotions that follow in its wake.
It feels like he’s torn my chest open and branded his name on my heart. Or maybe it’s always been written there, hidden behind layers of protection that he’s stripped away with his touch and care. All I know is that I’m utterly his.
“Godsdamn, that’s it. Choke my cock. Shit .” He fucks me through my release, his rhythm faltering. “Can’t wait any longer. It’s coming. Time for daddy to fuck his cum into you.”
“Please, daddy,” I whine, feeling drunk on him and his mastery of my body, eager to return the pleasure he so expertly gives. “I want it.”
“Here it comes, angel… Fuck , here it comes…” He slams into me two more times and lets out a thunderous shout as his cock unloads inside me. I gasp as he fills me with his hot cum in a seemingly never-ending stream. He holds me on him, grunting and cursing through his orgasm, and I let out a pleased sigh as I receive my reward for being my daddy’s good girl.
When his cock gives a final weak jerk, Wesley exhales heavily and his grip on my hips loosens. I know I’ll have marks where he held me, and the thought makes me shiver with strange excitement. He soothes his hands across my ass, hips and back, then roves them up and down my belly and up to cup my breasts. Touching me everywhere he can reach, both possessive and soothing.
“Such a good girl. Gods, so perfect. More than I could’ve ever dreamed of.” His swee t cinnamon-apple scent envelops me as his chest folds over my back and he rains kisses over my neck and shoulders.
“Thank you, daddy,” I sigh, savoring the weight of him over me and his reverent touches. When his breathing evens and the fever that took hold while he rutted me subsides, he pulls out slowly, my pussy clinging to him like it doesn’t want him to leave. A gush of his release pours down my thighs and I can only imagine how much of a mess we’ve made.
I roll over onto my side as Wesley climbs up to lie beside me. His arm snakes around my waist to tug me in tight against his warm bulk, and our mouths meet in a soft, sated kiss. I grin at him when our lips part, a reflection of the dazzling smile on his face.
“You’re incredible, Ari,” Wesley murmurs, smoothing back my mussed hair and running his hand down to cup my cheek.
I lean into the touch and place my hand over his, closing my eyes for a moment to sink into it. This tender embrace feels just as good as the frenzy of him fucking me.
When I open my eyes, he’s watching me intently. I lean forward and kiss his snout, bringing one of my hands to stroke his horn. He nudges his horn into my touch, and my heart flutters. “You’re okay, I guess,” I say, shooting him a teasing grin.
Wesley huffs in disbelief and swats my ass with his tail. I giggle and shake my head in surrender. “Okay, fine, you’re amazing.” My voice grows softer. “If you’re not careful, I’ll never want to leave.”
His dark eyes flare with interest. “Don’t tease me, sweetheart. You say something like that to a minotaur and the next thing you know you end up with all your shit moved into his lair and your ass up in the air like this at least twice a day.”
I shiver at the image of him taking me l ike that again, and my pussy gives a weak pulse. “What if I want that?” I ask, not realizing what I’m saying until the words come out. I can’t breathe for a moment as their veracity hits me.
I’ve been working so damn hard, and my business is going well, but if I take a moment to really examine things, I’m… I’m miserable . The times I’ve spent with Wes in the last week were the only moments I’ve felt happy in months. Things have to change. Not out of any obligation I feel to be there for Wes as much as he is for me, but out of an obligation to myself. To my happiness. What the fuck is the point of all this hustle and stress if I never let myself live?
I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten until Wes bull rushed into my life and showed me what I was missing. It’s probably nuts to consider moving in together after less than a week of dating, but fuck it. Nothing about us has been conventional. It’s time to take a leap of faith and trust that he’ll be there to catch me.
“You want to move in with me, baby girl?” Wesley attempts to ask me in an even tone, but he’s practically vibrating with poorly concealed excitement at the idea.
“Yeah, I’m sick of living without a tub,” I say with feigned nonchalance.
His deep laugh rumbles against my chest where we’re pressed together. “Even if you’re only in this relationship for a tub and my cock, I’ll take it. Speaking of both…” His hand slides down to my ass and I gasp as he swipes his fingers through the mess on my thighs. “I made a mess of you, baby girl. I should clean you up.”
He sounds proud of that, and like he’s thinking about making me even messier. “I don’t mind being a little dirty,” I murmur, hooking my leg over his to allow his hand better access to my pussy.
“Mmm, is that so?” His cock is already hard again against my hip, and he makes a pleased sound as his fingers glide between my thighs to stroke my clit. “ Does my dirty girl need daddy’s cock again? Or does she want me to clean her up with my tongue first?”
The thought of Wesley licking his own cum off of me sends a filthy thrill through me. “You’d do that?”
He rolls me onto my back and slides down my body to rest between my spread legs. His eyes gleam with wicked heat. “How else did you think I was going to clean you up?”