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He growls once before pushing the tip of his hard dick against my entrance. I breathe deeply and open my legs further. He grabs my calves and pushes inside me slowly.

The stretch is intense, bordering on too much, but also delicious. I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m propped on my elbows on the kitchen counter, my legs in the air and spread so far that he has a direct view of my wet pussy while he pushes his minotaur dick inside me.

And I want more.

Chapter Ten

Otis

“Deeper,” Romy orders.

I grit my teeth and do as she asks, and she cries out my name.

In all the years since the Frankenpunch transformed me, I’ve never been with anyone. I did think about what it would be like to have sex in my minotaur form, but never thought it would actually happen. I figured a relationship, love, was out of the question for me.

But now that I’m fully seated inside Romy, I know I was wrong. Love is in the cards for me. At least… I hope that’s what this is.

I must go still, because Romy’s expression changes.

“Otis? What’s wrong?” she asks.

She looks gorgeous, spread out on the kitchen counter, her tits bare, her stomach soft.

Fear washes over me. What if I lose her before I’ve even had the chance to make her mine?

“Romy, I—”

“Otis?”

I grip her hips tightly. “I want you.”

“I want you too.”

I shake my head. “Not just tonight. And I need to know you feel the same.”

A smile slowly spreads over her face, all the way up to her eyes. “I do. I can’t explain it, but what I feel for you goes way beyond wanting to have sex with you.”

Relief hits me so hard that I almost laugh. “Good.”

“Are we going to keep talking about this, or are you finally going to fuck me?”

I let out a low laugh and bend to kiss her. “Sure. No more talking.”

I pull my hips back, then forward again until we find a rhythm that has us both gasping for air.

I keep the pace slow at first, savoring every roll of my hips into her, but Romy’s fingernails dig into my shoulders, and she lifts her hips to meet me halfway. Clearly, she wants me to go harder.

“I’m not made of glass, Otis,” she says in a breathy voice.

I growl, because she has no idea what she’s asking for. I’ve spent years without this, without anyone, and now she’s under me making noises that drive me insane and asking me to let go.

“Careful what you wish for,” I tell her.

“I know what I’m wishing for. I told you before, I can take it.”

I grip her hips harder and drive into her properly, and the counter creaks under us with every thrust. She throws her head back, and the sight of her like that, wrecked and naked and mine, nearly finishes me.

I watch her face, savoring every reaction. Her hands slide from my shoulders down to my chest, and her nails drag lightly through my fur. I close my eyes for a second to hold myself together.