Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he growls, one big hand reaching up to cup my breast. “You’re wet already.”
“Yes, for you,” I coo, squirming so that his head’s notched right at my opening. “I want you so bad,” I moan. Then, I take the initiative and sit up, grasping that hardness in my small fist. He’s so big that I can hardly get my fingers around the girth, but I place him right where I want him before sinking down slowly. But the problem is that only his head goes in, and then I’m stuck.
“Oh my God, you’re too big. You’ll never fit,” I gasp, straining around his hugeness. My pussy feels split in two, even as slick drips out to coat his hardness.
“Go slow,” he groans in reply, bucking a bit on the forest floor. “You’re young, so it’ll fit. Don’t you worry.”
I do as I’m told, throwing my head back and mewling as I try again. Slowly, my flesh stretches and accommodates him, sliding down on the hardness as I wail with part pleasure, and part pain. He’s so big that I’m left breathless, poised and teetering on the edge as I strain and squeal, arching my back. Finally, I’m flush against his balls. He’s so big that I’m surprised that my stomach’s not distended from his length, and yet it feels so good at the same time.
“You did great,” he gasps, those big hands encircling my waist. “See? I knew you could do it.”
I nod, breathing hard.
“It feels so good too,” I moan. “I need to move.”
With that, the Minotaur takes charge. He grasps my hips and guides me all the way up off his member before pulling me down again. I scream out in pleasure. “Oh, yes, mmm that’s good! Fill me, fill me,” I chant.
He loves the dirty talk.
“Take all of me, beautiful. Show me what you can do.”
I begin to raise and lower myself, moaning and straining as he penetrates me again and again. Then I lean forward, before leaning back, desperate to enjoy him at every angle. He raises his arms to play with my large breasts, squeezing and tugging at the nipples with every thrust.
“You’re going to make me come,” I begin to cry out, but my words are drowned by an enormous orgasm that overwhelms me. I scream, hot tingles shooting straight through my cunt as it ripples and spasms around him.
“Ride it out,” he groans. “Fuck baby, keep going.”
It takes all my energy to continue riding the Minotaur’s big bull cock even as I continue to climax around him. Yes, I must obey this man because his word is paramount. Hot juices gush out from my sweetest spot, coating his balls, and he’s quickly nearing the peak as well. Those strong fingers dig into the skin of my waist as he pulls me down hard once more. “Fuck, yes!” he cries out, going still before that huge mass jerks inside me. Then intense heat floods my pussy and I scream again, coming for the second time. Stars literally burst before my eyes and I shake and tremble, unable to stop my movements as the purest pleasure carries my body on a wave through the rippling sea.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, we both come to our senses. I’m plastered to the Minotaur, my big breasts pressed against his chest and my pussy filled with his warm seed. He’s breathing hard, and I lift my chin to look at him for a moment.
“The hunt’s still going on,” I whisper. “You have other targets to catch.”
But he doesn’t move, that dark gaze unreadable from behind the mask. “Yes, but I’ve caught you already,” he rasps. “And I’m not done with you yet.”
Then, my heart flutters in my breast as his fingers dance over my sweaty curves, touching me everywhere, and a low moan tears from my throat. This is going to be a long night, and I can’t wait.
5
Zane
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I stroll into the courtyard of a massive compound situated on a busy New York City street. From the outside, it looks practically like a castle, albeit one in the middle of Manhattan. There’s a courtyard in the front, complete with sculpted hedges and bushes, as well as a tinkling fountain (turned off for the winter). A courteous doorman greets me as I step into the ornate lobby. Of course, Melissa’s waiting.
“Welcome to Sanctum,” the middle-aged woman purrs, bowing slightly. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Cathcart.”
I nod while a uniformed bellhop takes my jacket.
“Likewise,” I growl. “Thank you for meeting me. I haven’t been to the compound in a while, but it’s nice to be back.”
She nods.
“Sanctum owns many properties, Mr. Cathcart, of which the NYC compound is only one. Now shall we go up to my office? You didn’t request this meeting just to make small talk, I assume.”