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“Good girl,” the younger minotaur was saying. “Just a little deeper. Yeah, just like that, sugar. Just like that. Do you like the way my cock feels when it goes down your throat?”

“Mm-hm,” the hucow gurgled.

Spike reached down and started to jack his dick beneath the table. He brought his other hand up and rubbed Tess’s clitoris with his thumb. He tilted his head sideways and dug the tip of his tongue against her entrance. Her body shuddered, and wetness spilled out of her, staining his mouth.

“Damn,” Peyton cursed on the other side of the table. “I’m about to come, sweetheart. I can’t hold it any longer. I’m about to come inside your mouth. Are you ready for it, sugar? Are you ready for me to come inside your mouth?”

“Mm-hm!”

This time, when Tess moaned, her voice was accompanied by a series of loud, deep grunts from Peyton, and Spike knew that his little brother was spending himself inside the hucow’s mouth. The kid hadn’t lasted long, but Spike could hardly blame him. He could still remember how good those sweet little lips had felt wrapped around him earlier that morning.

He continued to feast, and to listen. Across the table, Tess’s mouth came off his brother’s cock with a wet gasp.

“Oh my God, Peyton… there’s so much.”

“I know, sugar, I know. You did such a good job of swallowing it though. But look, you missed a little…”

Now Spike could hear the little hucow making quiet slurping sounds as she cleaned the last drippings from his brother’s shaft and balls. Those sounds made his own arousal burn even hotter. He dragged his tongue mercilessly against her cleft while his thumb continued grinding against her clitoris.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” the hucow whined. “Spike is going to make me come.”

“Do it,” Peyton growled. “Come all over his tongue like a good little hucow. Let him taste your come the way you just tasted mine.”

The hucow pressed her hindquarters back into Spike’s face, letting him lick her even more deeply. She rolled her hips, grinding her sex against his hungry tongue. He could sense the tension building up inside her like a bow being drawn back, and when her release finally came, it came with all the force of an arrow being loosed. She let out a wild howl of pleasure, and her cunt gushed, not just with her arousal fluid, but with a thicker, sweeter substance that clung to Spike’s tongue like honeyed cream. Her climax passed in a rush, but Spike held her tightly and continued to lick her, refusing to release her until he had cleaned up every drop of her delicious cum.

At last, he rose with a snarl, knocking over his chair in the process. He lifted the hucow and flipped her over onto her back. Tess gazed up at him with a look of startled anticipation in her eyes. Her lashes were still beaded with tears from gagging on Peyton’s cock.

“Spike?” she whimpered.

He grunted and pushed her thighs open. Then he laid his hard cock against her, letting the underside of his shaft rest against the soft, dark nest of her pubic hair. He thrust a couple of times, looking at how deeply his shaft would penetrate her if he actually put it in.

Then he drew back and worked the head of his cock between her folds until his tip was kissing her entrance.

“Spike?” Tess gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Just the tip,” he whispered. “I just have to know how it feels to be inside you.”

The little hucow knitted her brow and worried her lip with her teeth. Her eyes went from his face to his cock, then back to his face again.

“Just the tip,” she agreed.

CHAPTER 20

Tess whimpered softly as the minotaur entered her. She was lying on the dinner table, naked and spread. The wooden boards felt smooth and hard against her bare back, but not half as hard as the cock that was now spreading her lips and breaching her. True to his word, Spike only gave her his tip. Once the ring of his crown was inside her, he halted his thrusting, but Tess could tell from the tension in his muscles and the wild look in his dark eyes that he wanted to go deeper.

She wanted that too.

She’d been fooling herself when she’d said “Just the tip.” She knew damn well there was no way she would be able to stop there, having only had a small taste of what it meant to be mated by the minotaur. She would never be satisfied until she’d experienced all of him. Every hard, throbbing inch.

“More,” Tess breathed.

Spike had been staring down at the place where their bodies were joined, the place where he was penetrating her with his tip, but now he lifted his gaze to meet hers. His eyes were filled with raw animal hunger, and Tess gripped the side of the table to brace herself for the hard thrust she knew must be coming.

Only it didn’t come. Somehow, Spike held back. Of course he did. He was a gentleman minotaur.

“Tess, are you sure?” he asked, his voice tight with lust. “We said just the tip.”

“I know what we said,” whispered, her voice breaking with need. “I don’t care. I need more. I need you inside me, Spike. All the way inside, as deep as you can go.”