Chapter 9
CHAPTER
NINE
BANON
Her pussy is so good, I could simply drown in it. But we’ve only fucked once before, so I try to keep my enthusiasm at a reasonable level as I slide inside her.
Valentina’s moan is the most beautiful music. I test to make sure she’s wet enough before I push deeper, and she swallows me like a soft glove. Her legs wrap around my hips, which has the delicious effect of bringing me in even farther.
Our few days apart were miserable. My body was primed to mate after fucking her the first time, sinking into her without a condom and then covering her in my cum. Now, the need is nearly overwhelming. I’ll have to focus hard not to finish too soon.
I hold Valentina pinned as I wade deeper, then pull out, then deeper again to get her lubed. I’ll fuck her with my tongue later, but right now, I need to paint her with my smell again.
She moans as I wedge myself in deep, then pick up my pace, her ass bumping the door with every thrust. Now she doesn’t have to hold back and Valentina rewards me, crying out when I’m sunk in her up to the base.
She’s so good, so blissfully tight and throbbing with her breaths, that I’m struggling to hold out. Usually, I have excellent stamina, but as her voice climbs higher and she comes closer to her orgasm, clenching so obscenely around me, I can’t do it anymore.
“Val, I’m sorry,” I manage to say, right before I unload. Everything comes streaming out of me in a torrent, and I grunt and slam into her again, getting my cum as deep in her as possible. I know I can’t knock her up—humans and minotaurs and everything—but damn, my animal brain loves the idea.
“Shit.” I lean back, gathering Val up in my arms, still inside her. “That was not what I expected to happen.”
She giggles, then moans when my cock twitches. “It’s okay.”
“No, it is not.” I carry her into the living room and lower her back to the couch, my cock slipping out of her.
My cum gets all over the cushions, but I’ll deal with that later.
I pull up her dress, and her pussy is wonderfully pink, all swollen and dripping with me.
I lean down and drag my tongue over her clit.
Val’s back bows. I do it again, this time sliding three fingers inside her. I really stretched her good and open for me. She clenches as I lick her harder, and she gasps out my name.
Just the sound of it makes my mane stand up.
Each thrust of my fingers makes a wet noise, as filled as she is with my cum. Her pussy clamps down around my hand as my tongue speeds up, and she grabs onto my horns with both hands.
“Banon, yes, please, yes,” she chants like a prayer. Her thighs tighten around my head as she gets closer and closer, and then, she cries out. It’s like the most beautiful song, her voice letting the world know that I’ve pleased her, and her tiny pussy squeezes down around me with impressive power.
I can’t wait for her to wrap around my cock like that again. I’ll have to jack off more when she’s not around, build up my tolerance in wake of how unbelievably perfect she feels.
I wipe my lips and sit up, gazing down at where Valentina lies with the dress of her skirt pulled up around her hips, her pussy glistening with our fluids.
Damn, she’s beautiful like that. I mean, she’s always beautiful, but she’s especially beautiful with her face blissed-out, her thighs askew, wanton and leaking with me.
I’m absolutely feral for this woman.
Getting a towel from the kitchen, I wet it in the sink and bring it over. Val’s eyes flutter open, and she smiles softly as I clean her.
“I forgot about the food,” she says with a grin.
“Believe me, I didn’t.” I toss the towel away and kiss her on the lips. “I just had more important matters to attend to first.”
After eating dinner, we lie on the couch together to watch a movie. But it isn’t long before my hands are wandering, playing absently with Val’s big tits, cradling her hip, testing her between the legs to see if she’s warm and wet yet.
“Hey,” she whispers. “Do you want to watch the movie or not?”
“I guess not.” I tug her onto her back and then roll on top of her, so she’s trapped between me and the soft couch cushions. “Actually, yeah, definitely not.”
We manage to make it to my bed after another round on the couch. God, I can’t get enough of her. I want to live with my cock buried inside her, soaking her up while she moans and cries out my name.
On the bed, I take her from behind, admiring her pussy spread wide around me, her tiny asshole pulsing. Maybe she’ll let me use a butt plug on her. I know she’d like it.
When I fall asleep that night, it’s covered in sweat with my arm curled around my sweet woman, my confident, gorgeous, absolutely brilliant woman, and I’m glad that I can have this, for now.
The next morning, though, she has to get going early, before Rich potentially comes home to shower and change for work.
That means my alarm goes off right at six, and a groggy, grumpy Valentina puts on her clothes and stumbles out the front door with me before we can run into my roommate.
Then I drive her back to school, all before getting home and then pretending to climb back into bed.
I hope we never accidentally oversleep. I’ve known Rich since my freshman year of college, and he’s watched Valentina grow up into the woman she is now.
He would definitely judge me if he caught her sneaking out of the apartment, hair all mussed like she got fucked into the mattress many times over.
But we get away with it. Thank god we get away with it.
The first hiccup in the road comes when Val wants to come see me play. She’s never attended one of my football games before, and I wonder what the other guys will think when she starts showing up.
“I want to watch you,” she says, eyelashes fluttering. “Come on. I saw you play in high school. I know how great you look doing it.”
Val sure knows how to give a male an ego.
“Fine.” I have no choice but to relent. There’s nothing wrong with it—but it means my worlds will cross, for better or worse.
It’s the last big game before Christmas break, and by the time the sun goes down, the air is full of a light mist. Wet playing fields are never a good thing.
As we file out onto the astroturf, I check the stands for signs of Val. She’s near the front, a pretty decent seat, and she waves shyly as I pass. I incline my chin in her direction, but I need to get my head in the game.
Despite the rain, I play good and I play hard, throwing killer tosses, catching balls I have no right reaching. I even get a solid sprint in, clearing half the football field before I’m stopped by a pile-on.
My brains are a little rattled by that, but it’s nothing special. I feel like a brand new minotaur, completely rewritten by this woman who I can finally call mine.
She’s waiting for me by the door to the locker rooms, bouncing on the balls of her feet after our big win tonight.
“Go wait outside,” I tell her. The rest of the team is going to jump on her like coyotes on a fresh kill. She’s smoking hot and technically not taken. Ripe for the picking.
The smile on her face wavers, and she looks confused. “Outside…?”
“Who’s that?” one of the other players calls out, an orc fellow who’s usually nice enough, but he talks just as much shit about fooling around with the cheerleaders as anybody else in the locker room. Which means I don’t want him near Val.
“Seeing a new girl, Banon?” the orc asks.
I huff, wishing we could have avoided this. “My stepsister. Val.”
He brightens up like I’ve just given him a gift. “Oh, your stepsister?” He comes up to us, hand extended in Val’s direction. “Nice to meet you. I’m Louie.”
She politely shakes his hand, throwing me an apologetic look.
“What are you two doing after this?” he asks.
“Um, getting some dinner.” Val looks wildly uncomfortable now, which is how I feel, too. Just watching Louie talking to her with that hungry wolf look on his face makes me want to punch him in the head.
“Oh, maybe I could tag along?” He arches an eyebrow. “I’d love to get to know you a bit, Val.”
He couldn’t be more shameless if he tried.
“Louie,” I say in a low, threatening tone. “It’s family business. Go get showered.”
He furrows his brow, glancing between us before he shrugs, like none of this matters anyway. “All right. See ya at practice, Banon.” He salutes before taking off into the locker room.
I let out a sigh of relief. Val pats me on the shoulder before she scurries off, clearly eager not to attract any more attention.
But that doesn’t stop the guys from teasing me when I get to the locker room.
“Your sister’s hot for being human,” Louie says as I step under the hot water.
“She’s not my sister. She’s my stepsister. Notice that I am not human?”
“Yeah, yeah. Still, you should give me her number.”
I want to roar my fury and tell him not to get anywhere near Val, that if he even so much as touches her, he’s a dead fucking orc—but that would be ridiculous.
“I’ll pass,” I say instead.
“Her loss,” says Louie as he turns off his shower head and steps out. I grunt at his retreating back, glad he’s gone so I don’t have to keep fantasizing about ripping his head off his shoulders.
After a quick shower, I throw my clothes back on and high-five a few of my teammates on the way out for our killer win tonight.
“You rocked, Banon.”
“The star college quarterback strikes again.”
“Thanks, guys.” I wave goodbye as I step out into the cool night.
There, instead of finding Val waiting for me, a few of the girls from the cheerleading squad are hanging out off to one side, showing each other videos on their phones.
“Oh, Banon!” Megan hops off the wall where she’s been perched in her tiny skirt and even tinier top. “I was wondering when you were gonna show up. I didn’t hear from you that night before Thanksgiving.”
Right. I completely forgot that Megan had given me her number. She was the one I was talking about when I mentioned a cheerleader with a great ass, but in absolutely no way does her ass compare to Val’s.
Fuck. I get hard just thinking about it. How soft it is under my hands, how it bulges out when I squeeze it while I’m inside her…
“Yeah, sorry, got busy with things.” It’s the most noncommittal answer I can give without being rude and outright telling her I’m not interested.
I’d been a little curious before, because she does have a good rack and nice butt, but nothing could be less tempting now.
I just want to get out of here and meet up with Val by the car.
“Well,” Megan says, sauntering over to me, “it’s not too late.” She pokes my chest with her index finger, drawing it up to my collarbone and throat, then to my chin.
I don’t like how casually she’s touching me. The hair on my mane stands on end, and I resist the urge to slap her hand away.
Val’s voice interrupts us. “You ready yet?” She approaches from the parking lot, pausing when she sees the three cheerleaders still in their uniforms. Megan is standing obnoxiously close, and I don’t like how this situation must look, not at all.
“Who’s this?” asks Megan, her brows lowering as she regards Val. I know mean-girl behavior when I see it, and the train is already in motion.
“My stepsister, Valentina.” I back away, heading over to where Val is waiting by the curb. “We’re, uh, going out to dinner to celebrate my win.”
“Oh, that’s fun!” Her expression totally changes now that she doesn’t think Val is a threat. “Maybe I could come along?”
This is the second person trying to get in the way of our nice dinner, and I’m starting to get pissed.
“No.” I say it flatly, without room for argument, and Megan’s mouth bobs open. “Bye. See you at the next game.”
Then I turn and head off toward the car, wishing I could grab Val’s hand and pull her along with me.