Chapter 8 #2
“I know you can be a good girl and fit the whole thing in your mouth, mon soleil.”
Oh, shit. He’s still coherent enough to talk dirty. Well, that’s fun. And the way “good girl” rolls off his tongue… Mmm, I want him to call me that again.
Inhaling through my nose, I close my eyes and slide my lips down his shaft. As I find my rhythm, drool leaks from the sides of my mouth. It mixes with my release, from my earlier orgasm, that already coats his length. The combined flavor has my stomach churning. I need to feed.
But I ignore the need for a little longer, working Luc with my mouth until his body stiffens and his chest rises in a jerky rhythm of its own. I want him right on the knife’s edge when I sink my fangs into his flesh.
“Don’t stop, Ness. Please. Please. Please.” He begs so beautifully.
When the first spurt of warm cum hits the back of my throat, I pop him free from my mouth. My hands take over, jerking and twisting his shaft so I can turn my head and strike. Snarling, my fangs pierce the skin of his inner thigh.
Coppery and sweet, his life force fills my mouth, and I guzzle him down. Pull after pull, until my belly is full of warm fuzzies. Above me, Luc bucks his hips into my hands, bellowing as his release hits. Thick, milky ropes of hot cum coat my fingers and his heaving belly.
Somehow, the whole erotic sight has a small orgasm washing over me like a lazy ocean wave.
Once his cock stops erupting like a backed-up volcano—like, damn, I didn’t know testicles could hold that much cum—I seal the puncture wound on his inner thigh with a quick swipe of my tongue.
Luc’s chest jerks with each breath as he comes down from his orgasm, but—
“You’re still hard.” My eyes widen as his cock pulses in my hand.
Eyes closed and head tipped back, he murmurs, “Again, mon soleil.”
For someone who said his heart is unavailable, he sure uses that nickname a lot.
“Again,” he grumbles when I make no attempt to move.
I straighten and release his cock. “Okay. Okay.” Positioning myself so my back is to him, I slip my feet under his big thighs. It’s time to ride my bull.
Reaching my hand through my spread legs, my fingers wrap around Luc’s shaft. It’s slippery with spit and cum. Shrouded in foreskin, I line the girthy head up with my opening.
“Oh, yessss,” I hiss, pressing my hips back so my pussy swallows more of him.
“Exactly how I imagined.” Actually, just like I thought, he’s even bigger than the toy I have at home.
Stretching my channel to capacity. Nearly splitting me in two.
Until a pleasurable burn has my head hanging between my shoulders and my mouth opening on a whimper.
Behind me, Luc shudders a breath when my ass meets his groin, his cock fully impaled inside me. It’s better than I imagined. Better than the past few months of riding a silicone cock and pretending it was his.
“Magnifique.”
I tremble at the broken tone of his deep voice and dare to peek over my shoulder at him. Eyes black as a starless night, any trace of Luc has been blotted out by the rut.
Those endless pits of midnight sky stay glued to where my pussy is stretched and stuffed to the brink by him.
My gaze trails across his body where thick veins in his arms protrude as his hands clench and unclench, powerful forearm muscles bulging with the motion.
His big chest heaves up and down, sweat glistening against his dark skin where it’s not covered in fur.
Every muscle in his body is tense, like he’s holding himself back. He looks… unhinged.
At this moment, I realize maybe he was right. Maybe tying him up was for my safety.
An ominous rumble from his chest has my eyes jerking back to his face. “Move. Now.” Teeth bared, there’s an evident command in his voice. One I’m helpless to obey.
Turning back toward the footboard, I tip forward and brace my weight on my hands. Then I move.
My pussy slides up the length of his shaft, rocking until just the tip is still lodged inside me. Matching moans are pulled from both of us when I glide back down. My inner walls ripple with excitement, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Yeah, he’s definitely better than my toy.
Ten out of ten.
Highly recommend.
All the gold stars for Luc’s cock.
Luc rolls his hips up, matching my torturously slow pace as I tease us.
Heat radiates off his big body in intoxicating waves until I’m nearly burned alive with desire.
“Cette graine est à toi, mon soleil, fais-en ce que tu veux.” Even though I don’t know what his words mean, possessiveness laces his husky voice.
Some foreign instinct takes over my body, and I work my hips faster. Harder. Careening toward the precipice of my orgasm at lightning speed.
Next to my hands, Luc’s leg muscles go rigid, clueing me in to how close he is to his own peak.
“Come with me, big guy.” Curling my fingers into the sheets, I brace my weight on one hand. The other slips between my legs, landing on my clit. Pinching and rolling the bundle of nerves, my eyes slam shut and snowflakes flash across the blackness behind my lids. “I’m so close.”
“S’il te pla?t. Ne t’arrête pas.”
His words spur me on. Fingers quickening to a blur, I strum my clit and slam my hips back, spearing myself onto his cock, which somehow grows thicker inside me, until I’m afraid it might rip me in half.
But the pleasure—oh, fuck—it’s almost too much, arcing through me like a rogue spark of electricity.
My mouth drops open on a sob, and my arm buckles, elbow colliding with the soft cushion of the mattress.
Over the heaving of my own breaths, Luc’s thunderous groan hits my ears. His hips stutter, every muscle in his body strung tight like a rubber band on the verge of snapping.
His cock pulses, unleashing his seed into my womb until it’s dripping out. Even then, the warm, milky fluid gushes free, soaking my inner thighs and the sheets.
“Holy shit,” I murmur. Convulsing in rhythmic waves, my inner walls strangle his cock. Which is still hard, by the way. Do minotaurs have infinite boners?
Tumbling down from my peak, I collapse—face first—onto the bed, welcoming the cool flannel sheets against my overheated cheek. “Mmm, that might have been the best orgasm of my life, big guy.”
When I’m met with silence, besides Luc’s raspy breathing, I caution a glance over my sweat-slicked shoulder. Black eyes meet mine, a vicious snarl on his lips. Any smart remark dies on my tongue, and any thoughts that we were done are wiped from my brain when Luc jerks his bound wrists. Snap. Snap.