Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Now. Hurry.”
He doesn’t question me again. He plucks the condom from my hand and rips it open. But his movements become less sure as he rolls it down his cock. If I didn’t know better, I would think he’d never done this before. But that can’t be right. I may have been a virgin when we had sex, but there’s no way he was.
I almost—almost—tell him that the condom isn’t necessary. One of the things I did during my follow-up appointment with a doctor in the upper city was request an IUD. I’m as safe from pregnancy as a person can be right now. All I have to do is open my mouth and tell him so.
But I…don’t. I say nothing at all as he grips my hip with one hand and urges me back to his waiting cock. His broad head breaches my entrance, and the delicious ache takes root in my core. Even as turned on as I am, my body has to fight to take him deeper. He doesn’t yank me back, though. He wants me to set the pace.
I’m not interested in going slow. I shove back onto him, too fast, too hard. It doesn’t matter, because the moment I take the entirety of him, the ache inside me turns to a pulsing need for more.
Asterion is done being a passive partner, though. He hooks my thighs and guides them to the outside of his, which is a problem because my toes barely touch the floor in this position. I can’t get leverage to fuck him properly. Not that he seems to care. He’s too busy tugging my bra down my shoulders to expose my breasts.
“Look at you.” There’s something in his voice that almost sounds like wonder. “You look like a perfect little slut, taking my cock like this.”
He’s…right.
I stare at my reflection, at exposed breasts and the skirt bunched up around my waist, at his cock spreading my pussy obscenely. At the bite mark scarring my inner thigh. Marking me as his…
His eyes are dark fire as his lips curve into a tight smile. He’s still speaking so softly, the sound barely reaches my ear, a mere inch from his lips. “Yeah. You like that, don’t you? You’ve been a good girl for so fucking long. Don’t you want to come all over my cock, messy and rough, where anybody can hear you?”
As if on cue, there’s a knock on the dressing room door.
15
The Minotaur
I didn’t plan on fucking Ariadne with my allotted fifteen minutes. But now she’s on my cock, and I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries to stop us from finishing this. It doesn’t matter who’s on the other side of the door. She tenses, but I wrap an arm around her waist to keep her on my cock. “Answer,” I breathe into her ear.
“Yes?” Her voice is a little rough, but that is the only indication that she’s not perfectly composed.
She’s squirms on my cock, and I don’t know if she’s trying to get away or if she’s demanding more, but I choose to believe it’s the latter. I press my hand to her pussy, creating a V with my fingers so she can still see my cock disappearing inside her but she can rub her clit against my palm.
“Just seeing how you’re doing.” It’s Psyche, and there’s no indication that she knows something is wrong. “I was right. There was a shipment of some new items.”
“Oh.” Ariadne rolls her hips, rubbing herself against me. She bites her bottom lip hard. Too hard. I reach up and gently tug it from between her teeth. She makes a sound that’s almost a whimper. “Um…I…” She tries to gather herself, but I’m not giving her much space to do it.
Fuck, she better come fast. Being inside her is too fucking good. She’s hot and tight, and I’m so damn glad I brought a condom, because if we did this bare, I’d have already blown inside her.
“Ariadne?”
“I’m not decent!” Her eyes flutter shut. “Can you toss them over the door?”
A pause that might be shock. “Oh. Of course. That’s no problem at all.” A few seconds later, half a dozen pieces of clothing on hangers are flipped over the door and hung on the top of it. “There’s no rush, of course. Take your time. After this, we’ll go get lunch.”
“Sounds good.”
We hold perfectly still as Psyche’s footsteps retreat. Ariadne meets my gaze in the mirror and then looks down to where we’re joined. She grabs my free hand in an almost desperate move and presses it to her mouth. Then she starts to fuck me as hard as she’s able. I could help her, but I’m enjoying the show too much. I like watching her fight to take her pleasure, her body rolling as she grinds down on my cock, her clit rubbing frantically against my palm.