Chapter 7
CHAPTER
SEVEN
BANON
Valentina. I say her name again and again in my head as I gaze down at her, spread out before me with her big, brown nipples, and a pop of curly hair between her legs.
Her belly moves with each of her heavy breaths.
Those bottomless eyes are watching me, lids hooded so I can make out each of her long lashes.
I almost want to lick her again, taste her again, drink her up and make her come over and over. But that’s for later. That’s for next time. For the next one million times.
No, I need to be inside her, now.
Suddenly, she turns and reaches for the bedside table. “A condom, right?” That’s what she thinks I was hesitating over. “I’m sure teenage me had some in here.”
I reach out and grab her outstretched hand, wrapping mine around it and drawing her back to me.
“Banon?” she asks, perplexed.
“I’ve always worn a condom. Always.” I bite out this last word, so she knows I have never faltered in my duty. “Every woman I’ve ever slept with. But not with you, Valentina. I want yours to be the first pussy I feel—really feel. I’ve been saving it for you.”
Val inhales sharply, and she searches my face for what might be behind my words. I can still sense her skepticism.
“Well, it’s not like you can get me pregnant,” she says, slowly relaxing. “You promise you’ve been tested?”
I growl low in my throat at the idea that I’ve ever let myself be exposed that way. Lowering my head, I rumble into her ear, “I haven’t fucked a woman in a year, Valentina. Too obsessed with you. Too busy thinking about you.”
She gasps. “Me?”
“Yeah, you. I get tested, but I don’t need it to tell me what I already know.” I lean forward so my cock sits right between her legs. “That I can’t make myself fuck anyone but you.”
And I can’t wait any longer.
Val squeaks when I grab her thighs and spread them wide, creating enough room for my hips.
God damn. I can’t believe I finally get to have the woman of my dreams. That I get to see her like this, each gorgeous inch of her bare, golden skin, and I get to show her with every fiber of my being how goddamned much I love her.
“Now remember,” I tell her as I rub the head of my cock over her clit, making her squirm. “Keep quiet. Bite me if you have to.”
“Bite you?” she whispers.
“Whatever you need to do.” The very last thing I want is for my mother to walk in on this. “Now, sweet Valentina, I am going to finally do what I’ve been dreaming of doing for much, much longer than I’m willing to admit to you.”
She smiles at this. “Then do it, Banon.”
I tease her to rile her up again, wetting my cock in her and then skating it up and down, over her clit and back again, until she’s whining and her hips are trying to bring me inside her. Finally, I settle right there, spreading apart the lips of her pussy, and carefully push in.
Immediately, there’s resistance, because she is tiny and I am not tiny. But, as terrible as I feel admitting it, I have had sex with human women many times before. I know it works if I give it time.
“Oh shit,” Val says, gripping my arm. “I don’t know if you’ll fit.”
I place a single, gentle kiss on her lips. “I will.” I stay at the shallowest depth possible, so I’m barely sheathed inside her, and simply rock back and forth. Her mouth forms an O as I fully withdraw, then push in again. If I can loosen her up one centimeter at a time…
“Ohh,” she moans as I press in just a tiny bit deeper. When I pull out, I tease her clit before sliding inside her once more. I’m going to take my time pleasing this woman. I’m going to open her up for me until all she wants is my cock buried in her up to the hilt.
Her head thrashes on the bed, haloed by her dark hair. “Banon!” she whisper-cries. Her legs hook over my hips as she tries to bring me in deeper.
“Shh,” I whisper to her. “We have to teach you to take me. Then I’m going to stretch this pussy out so nobody else can fill it but me.”
Valentina gasps as my words make her clench around me.
I can feel every last inch of her, how just the warmth that encompasses my head is textured inside in the most delicious way.
I squeeze more of myself through, and those swollen, pink lips spread even wider for me.
Valentina moans, clearly trying to muffle herself by squeezing her lips together, but still the sound comes out.
I reel back, and already I’m leaking rather gratuitously. She does this to me, makes me want to let off too soon, when normally I am the king of self-control. I rub my cum all over her before sliding in once again, asking more of her soft body to allow me through.
“Oh god.” She covers her mouth with her hand. Her hips buck as I explore further, soaking up the pulse of her, the throbbing vigor for life inside her that can’t help bubbling up to the surface wherever she goes. This time, when I thrust in, I push through almost halfway, and her back arches.
It’s a scene I never could have summoned, even in my dreams. I pause there, only partway encased in her, and palm her perfect breasts. They’re so much better than I imagined, and I simply worship them as I let her body get accustomed to me.
“Please, Banon.” Val grasps my arms tight. “Please!”
“Whatever she asks,” I whisper, pulling my hips back, then thrusting into her, gliding in as deep as I can.
I cover her mouth with mine just in time to swallow her cry, and I can’t fucking believe how good she feels, how absolutely mind-bogglingly perfect it is to be inside her.
She’s hot and wet and wonderfully her, and I kiss her harder as I slowly, methodically, pull out and then sink in, withdraw and push through, and every single time, she gives to me, parting for me, squeezing all around me with the rhythm of her racing pulse.
If I were to die at any moment, at least I’ve done this, and shown her how my heart only beats because she’s here.
VALENTINA
Truly, I can’t believe this is my life. Banon’s on top of me, my legs spread around his incredible, huge body, his ripped abdomen flexing with every careful pump of his hips.
His eyes are laser-focused on me as he sits back on his knees, cupping my breasts, enveloping my hips, squeezing my ass.
Each time he delves inside me with that fat cock, I have to hold back my cries, because I’ve never felt so beautifully full.
It’s as if something I’ve been seeking all my life has finally found me and now I want more, and more, until there’s nothing left but me and him in the entire world.
Banon’s right—I’ll never have sex with someone like this again, not as long as I live.
He kisses me again as he picks up his pace, curling his arms underneath me so our chests are flush together.
He dwarfs me, the muscles of his tree-trunk arms tensing with every movement, the tips of his horns occasionally tapping the headboard.
Somehow, there’s even more of him, and even more again as he fits that massive thing inside me, pushing it in farther with every powerful shunt of his hips.
“You’re so perfect,” he mutters, bringing my head in closer to his neck like he can’t bear to be even a few inches apart. “Everything I’ve ever wanted. Everything I’ve ever needed.”
Then he’s all the way there, so deep that I can’t possibly make any more room for him, and I do it—I bite into his shoulder, trying to keep the building scream in my throat at bay.
My minotaur chuckles, nudging me with his muzzle. “That’s right, Valentina. Let go for me. I’ll carry you there.”
“Banon,” I whimper. “I’ve never felt anything like it, like you—” I’m cut off as he picks up his pace, rooting me to the bed with one hand under my neck and the other gripping my hip.
“I know, baby.” Somehow, he holds me even closer. Nobody’s ever fucked me like this, like I’m the most precious thing in the universe. “Me neither. You were made for me.”
I think that he’s right when his furry balls slap my ass, which means he’s buried in me as far as he can be.
I’ve taken all of it, every last inch of him, and it feels so fantastic that I might implode.
He stretches every edge as he thrusts in, both of us so wet that I can hear it as he bottoms out.
At this angle, with my thighs spread and his hips pounding into me, he’s rubbing over that same spot inside me that his fingers did, and it’s shooting off shockwaves to every last corner of my body.
I keep my teeth locked in his flesh as I hold back another shout, because I’m so overwhelmed with the bliss of being together that I can barely control what’s coming out of my mouth.
“That’s right. Keep quiet and choke my cock.” He grunts each time he shoves himself in, his own moans growing as I get closer and closer, my body tightening and straining as he mercilessly, relentlessly takes me. Owns me. Fucks me into oblivion.
Damn. I think I love him, too. I hope this isn’t a one-time event, a singular moment in time that we won’t get to have again, because it will be utterly impossible to let him go after this.
My overwhelming affection for this big minotaur on top of me nearly bowls me over, and there are tears in my eyes as my orgasm crawls closer and closer, waiting to leap and envelop me. I cling to him tighter, hoping that I can hold on to him like this forever.
“Please, please,” I whine against his throat, my arms wrapped tight around his neck.
I don’t know what I’m asking for, but maybe it’s a prayer that this moment never ends.
“Banon, I—” Bliss is racing up my spine, spreading into my fingers and toes, and a wire inside me is stretched as far as it can be. “I think I—”
“It’s okay, baby,” he answers, never slowing, never relenting in his glorious rhythm. “I won’t run away.”
I choke as a tear spills down my cheek. “I love you,” I say, my voice hoarse. “So much.”
I can feel Banon smile against me. He ratchets up his speed, now fucking me so hard and so fast that the bed is creaking.
“I love you too, Valentina.”
Just those words do me in. The wire snaps, and a torrent sweeps down on me, sucking me under. Banon moans atop me, plunging in with all the power stored up in his big body, as I clench tighter and tighter.
“Yes, baby, yes. Come around me. Gush on me.”
I can’t help obeying as my climax consumes me. I try my hardest not to scream, biting my own tongue to keep it in as Banon fucks me through it.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he rasps. “I’m going to stuff you full. Going to give you everything.”
“Yes, yes!” I try to keep my voice down, but I can’t feel anything under my skin except for glorious pleasure, and I want whatever he has to offer me.
Banon’s fingers curl into claws, digging into my flesh as he bites down on the pillow.
He thrusts hard, sinking in until his fur is brushing my clit, and groans as his cock swells even thicker inside me.
I squeal as it triggers another miniature orgasm, bliss radiating out from the place we’re connected.
Banon holds me even tighter against him, like I might get ripped away, as he plows into me one last time.
“Valentina,” he moans, twitching and spasming as he finishes. I feel cum trickle out, down my ass to the comforter underneath me. One of his arms gives out, and he rests some of his immense weight on me, which nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Banon!” I gasp for air. “I can’t… breathe…”
“Shit.” He hurriedly picks himself up, his immense cock still heavy inside me. “Sorry. Don’t know my own size.”
He moves to withdraw, but I grab him to stop him. I don’t want him to leave me, not yet. Not when I worry that I’ll wake up and find this was all a dream.
Banon blinks down at me, then a smile turns up his lips.
“You like the feeling of me filling up your sweet little pussy?” he asks, leaning down to peck my cheek.
All I can do is nod, because nothing has ever felt so right. We remain like that as he slowly deflates, then eventually slides out.
Banon rolls onto his side, bringing me with him. I stroke the fur of his chest, his bicep soft and pillow-like under my head.
“I’ll have to go soon,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head.
“Yeah, I know.” I sigh, both content and resigned.
“Don’t worry.” He skims one hand down my side, to my hip and then up again in a soothing gesture. “I can come pick you up from school anytime. Rich is gone most nights at his girlfriend’s place.”
I perk up at the suggestion that we can do this again—and maybe even somewhere I don’t have to stay quiet.
“You mean it?” I ask.
“Of course I mean it. I want to do this with you forever.” He pulls me even closer, like I’m a teddy bear he wants to keep close. “Now that I’ve had you, I’m never letting you go.”
Movement of any kind is impossible as Banon climbs out of my bed and picks his jeans up off the floor. I watch with displeasure as he dresses again, because I wish more than anything that he could sleep beside me.
“I’m sorry,” he says at the sight of my morose expression. He crouches by the bed and kisses me on the lips, then the nose, then the forehead. “Next time, I’ll be right next to you.”
Then he opens the door, slipping out so he can return to his own room.
I lie awake for some time after he’s gone, wondering if this was real. What if it was just tonight? What if what happened here disappears in the light of day?
If it doesn’t—if I really heard Banon right when he said he loved me, too—my life has just gotten a lot more complicated. What would Dad do if he found out about this? What if next time Marissa hears us and walks in?
I shove my face into the pillow, trying to remember only the good things. I can worry about the rest later.