“Wait until I give you permission. Can you do that for me, Skylar?”
“I can try.”
I laid him back down on the blanket and concentrated on fucking the sense out of us both in a race to the finish. My tail coiled around his swollen shaft, pumping him in time with my strokes. He held onto my horns for dear life as I steamrolled his slender body, slamming into him with heady abandon. When my balls started to throb with my oncoming release, I said sharply, “Come for me, boy.”
His channel squeezed my cock like a fist and he wailed, spurting sweet cream all over his smooth, dewy stomach. Grabbing his thighs, I yanked him closer for my final few thrusts. Suspended in a state of bliss, my own orgasm thundered through me and shook me to my core. I unleasheda flood, glazing his insides with my seed while his womb pulsed around the head of my cock as if lapping it up.
How we must look, a horned, half-bull beast fucking a delicate fae on the hard ground. The erotic picture it painted had me plumping up again, pushing against the walls of his channel. I gazed down on my blissed-out boy while he hummed and smiled, his eyelids drooping lazily in his post-coital daze. “Daddy,” he rumbled in his deep, throaty timbre.
I kissed him all over, his forehead, both cheeks, his pointed ears and his chin. When my cock finally snaked out of him, I pushed back on his knees to see the evidence of our passions, a steady stream of my thick, white spunk dripping from his twitching hole, my own fantasy made real. The spiders were going to have a hell of a time cleaning up this mess.
“How long will it take you to tighten up?” I asked, swiping his swollen rim with my thumb and pushing some of my seed back inside. His bud sucked on my digit like a hungry mouth.
“An hour or so,” he said lazily. “But you don’t have to wait if you don’t want to. I’m ready to go again.”
Tempting.
“Was I too rough?” I asked.
He gazed at his own splash of cum drying on his stomach while absently stroking his nipples with the back of his hand. His cock listed to one side, half-hard again, and I wondered if I might have met my match. “Just right,” he said.
“I can be gentle too. I have range.”
“That was perfect. Just what I wanted.”
The rain had stopped coming down and rays of sunlight filtered into our quiet cave, highlighting the mess I’d made of him, though truthfully, I was just as wrecked. I recalled some of the things I’d said, particularly the bit about putting a pup in him, and found that I did not regret it.
“I like the way you look at me,” he said as I lay down beside him to bask in the sweet afterglow.
“Yeah, how’s that?”
He shrugged, shy again. “Like you might want to keep me around for a while.”
I shook my head and kissed his temple. “I can’t understand what sort of fool would ever let you go.”
“You say the sweetest things,” he said with a smile. “Careful or I might start believing them.”
“You are a treasure, Skylar Larkspur, and any man who can’t recognize that is a waste of your time or attention.” I lifted his chin and stared into his arresting eyes. “I know we’re still figuring this out, and you haven’t planned out your next moves yet, but for as long as you’re here, I’d like to take care of you, to have you as a lover and as my boy. If you’ll let me?”
His lower lip trembled as his tender vulnerability shined through. “I’ll let you.”
Chapter thirteen
Skylar
We packed up ourpicnic and brought the blanket down to the shore, warming up in the sand before venturing into the water. We swam nude in the crystalline waters of the Summerlin Sea, mindful to be on the lookout for any selkie mischief, for it is said that when they come ashore looking to seduce a lover, they will often end up drowning them as well.
Thankfully, I had my strong bull of a man to protect me. MyDaddy, who’d promised to take care of me for as long as I intended to stay–how long did I intend to stay?I didn’t know the answer to that question or what it truly meant to be his boy outside of mind-melting sex, but I was looking forward to finding out.
Actions speak louder than words,came the voice of reason, aka Monica Merriweather. Only time would tell if my minotaur could be trusted with my heart but perhaps foolishly, I had hope.
I splashed Hiero with water, and he chased me through the shallows, his big, barrel chest parting the waves easily. At one point he plucked me up like I weighed nothing and told me I was the prettiest fish he’d ever caught. Then he tossed me into the waves, and I came up sputtering, quite gracelessly.
Late in the afternoon we packed up our stuff and headed back over the mountains towards home. I wasn’t necessarily looking forward to the long night ahead, alone in my motel room with just me and my thoughts. It was a silly daydream of mine, but I’d always wanted a lover who would tuck me into bed at night. My parents never had, and whenever I fantasized about my ultimate dream man, he’d be someone who’d use me roughly and then treat me gently.
Once back at the Purple Pegasus, I was gearing up to bid him farewell when Hiero said, “Hey, you want to go to a family barbecue with me?”
I smirked. “What does a vegetarian eat at a barbecue?”
