Page 19 of Accidental Orc Daddy

I let my fingers gently roam the planes of his sculpted physique. My touch slips over the ridges of his abs and wanders lower down to trace circles around his navel. His muscles contract at my touch, an audible groan escaping him as he claims my lips once again. It doesn’t take long until the rest of our clothes are discarded, our bodies naked against each other and every inch of my skin warmed by his body.

My breath hitches when he slowly enters me, a long-drawn-out moment that both tortures and tantalizes me as my body accepts every inch of him. His dark green cock is much wider than any human man’s that I’ve ever seen, almost the girth of the pounder cans of beer served at the bar. My brain seems to go numb as I feel him slowly filling me up. I gasp and arch up off the bed, meeting his hips in a slow chase for friction.

It's a dance as old as time, yet every motion feels fresh and new. Each stroke of his body against mine sends ripples of ecstasy coursing through my veins. His rhythm is unhurried, his thrusts deep and steady, as if he wants to savor every second.

Our bodies move in perfect harmony, each gasp and sigh echoes the others, filling the room with unmistakable sounds. Our hearts beat in tandem, the sound a heady mix with the rustling of the sheets beneath us. With each crest and fall of our shared rhythm, the world outside our cocoon seems to recede further into oblivion.

His hand reaches for mine. Our fingers entwine, holding on tight as if anchoring us in the slow-burn storm we've created. His gaze finds mine amidst the shared frenzy and his eyes lock onto mine, thunderous desire mirrored there that matches my own.

I see him, all of him, in that look. The raw intensity fueled by longing. The tenderness painted with strokes of both adoration and control.

His other hand roams up my side, tracing patterns over my skin to send shudders through my body despite the heat between us.

My body answers instinctively to every touch, my chest rising with each intake of breath, my legs wrapping around him to draw him deeper into me. The sensation of fullness makes me cry out, a low whine from deep within.

He leans down to capture my lips once again, a searing kiss that seems to melt away everything but the pulsating connection between us. Our tongues glide against each other, mimicking the rhythm of our bodies. His taste is intoxicating, a heady mix of passion and raw need.

With a moan that blends with my own, he quickens the pace. His thrusts become long and deliberate. I meet his hips with an equal fervor, relishing the sensation of him filling me over and over again. Every stroke pushes me higher to the peak of ecstasy as we climb together thrust for thrust.

His fingers slip into mine, strengthening their grip as if mirroring the intensity of our rising pleasure. His free hand caresses the curve of my hip before traveling up to cup my breast.

A gasp is torn from me when he thumbs the peak of my nipple, an action that sends jolts of pleasure radiating through me. His mouth leaves mine to trail wet kisses down my neck, each one making my stomach flutter as the building sensation coils tighter.

His movements become erratic, signaling his impending climax. My heart races in tempo with his accelerated rhythm, preparing for release. His name is a broken whisper on my lips.

“Mustaf…" It’s spoken amidst gasps and moans that reflect our shared pleasure.

The world comes crashing down around us in an explosion of sensations. He stills within me as we ride through the waves together, our bodies shaking with the impact of our shared climax. His face is buried in my neck, his weight comforting.

In the throes of the aftermath, I cling to him as he holds me. His body is sprawled over mine, our mingled sweat cooled by the gentle night breeze wafting from the slightly ajar window. Our heartbeats begin to slow, the only sound in the otherwise silent night.

His fingers trace lazy patterns on my skin as he nuzzles my neck, pressing soft kisses into it every now and then. A sigh escapes me as an unspoken understanding forms between us.

CHAPTER 10

Meiko

I trace the lines of Mustaf's sleeping face with my eyes, the gentleness of his features contrasting the intensity of the night before. My heart is caught in indecision as I debate whether to stay or leave quietly. The stillness of the morning is abruptly broken by the ringing of my phone, its harsh tone slicing through the silence and halting my internal back-and-forth.

I allow my gaze to wander, taking in the expansive luxury of his bedroom. The fine furnishings and ornate decor surround us like the trappings of some fairy tale. But last night, cocooned together in this massive bed, worldly riches fell away. It was just us, wrapped up in each other.

No distractions, no friends, no expectations. Just us two finding solace in the sharing of our bodies. My life’s problems took a backseat while I ravished his touch.

Silencing the incessant ringing, I nestle back under the sheets, moving closer to Mustaf's sleeping form. His earthy, spicy scent envelops me, sweetened by traces of musk from our passionate encounter. I breathe him in deeply, letting his essence soothe my conflicting emotions. Laying my head on his broad chest, I feel the steady rhythm of his heart, strong and constant beneath my cheek.

My anxious thoughts begin to recede as I surrender to this stolen moment of closeness. The world can wait. For now, I just want to be here with him. My eyes grow heavy again and I smile softly as sleep reclaims me, lulled by Mustaf's heartbeat and the warmth of his body entwined with mine.

A soft knock at the door causes me to stir. Before I can react, it opens to reveal an elderly orc woman in a crisp uniform.

"Oh, goodness, I did not know he had company! Mr. Mustaf sleeps like the dead, does he not?" she chuckles, shuffling into the room.

I sit up, clutching the sheets around me. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to oversleep–"

"No need to explain." She waves dismissively. "Now, what can I get for you? The cook makes a lovely breakfast spread. Danishes, pancakes, fresh fruit..."

My stomach rumbles at the delicious suggestions. "That all sounds wonderful, thank you."

"Excellent, it will be ready shortly!" The woman gives me a knowing wink. "Why don't you freshen up first in the master bath, dear? I dare say you'll find it simply divine."

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