Escaping the Friendzone (Monsters of Moonvale, #3)

by Emily Antoinette

For all my stressed out babes who want a hot minotaur daddy to take care of them. You deserve to be spoiled, cherished, and thoroughly satisfied.

This happens with all of my leggings—my thighs are too powerful to be contained.

I doubt anyone will be looking between my thighs in a dark escape room.

But I’m starting to fall apart at the seams, just like my leggings.

Doug never explicitly told me that, but it’s an implied part of being someone’s best friend—don’t fuck their little sister. Their sister with a lush body that I dream about seeing naked, and a mouth full of sarcasm begging to be shut up by my cock.

Fuck, I need to get out of here so I can go home and furiously masturbate to the thought of his casual touches like the sex-starved hermit I am.

“Ugh, you’ll fit! I’m trying to save you from getting a face full of my ass while I’m crawling in front of you.” Wesley snorts. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Dammit Wes,” she says softly, and to my horror, tears well in her eyes. “You’re going to make me cry in a damn escape room because you’re being so sweet to me and my brain can’t keep up.” I swipe one of her tears away and grin down at her. “The only tears I wanted to see from you were when you’re choking on my cock, baby girl.”

I never thought I’d be the kind of girl to suck someone off in an escape room, but these are extenuating circumstances.

If I were your daddy. God, why does that sound so good? I don’t need a man to take care of me. I can do it on my own…but fuck, it would be so nice to let him help me. To know that someone else has things under control. To know that I don’t have to do everything on my own and I can just relax for a bit.

“Mmm, knew I was gonna get addicted to this pussy. You taste so good. I want you dripping all over my face until all I can smell for days is your cunt.”

“I’d give you anything your heart desires, if it meant I could call you mine.”

“Not really. Yes, I find fat women attractive, but it’s not an exclusive preference. I love your softness because it’s yours. Touching your stomach turns me on because it’s a part of you.”

“I haven’t let anyone take care of me. It’s easier to not ask for anything than to be let down when someone decides I’m not worth the effort.”

“That wasn’t fucking, angel. Fucking is when I’m slamming into you so hard that you don’t know where your body ends and mine begins. I’m not a man, Ari. I’m a monster. I’m going to rut inside you like a beast and breed your tight human pussy. It’s time for daddy to take what he needs. So, I’ll ask you again. Are you ready for it?”

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart. You say something like that to a minotaur and the next thing you know you end up with all your shit moved into his lair and your ass up in the air like this at least twice a day.”

“How do you know that I’m not about to show you a cursed gem and ask you for your blood to bind its power to me?” “My answer is still yes, baby girl. Anything I have, it’s yours. Yes, I will give you my blood. Yes, I will find a way to break the curse and save you when the binding inevitably fails.”