Page 29 of Fake Dating an Orc Cowboy

Cupping her breast fully, I thumbed the nipple, the small peak I'd seen beneath her swimsuit the day before. It strained against my touch, tight and perfect. She arched into my hand, soft whimpers falling from her mouth.

All I wanted was to lean down and taste it. To shred her sleep shirt with my tusks and expose her to my view. My touch. My tongue. I'd take that small bud into my mouth. Something wild inside me demanded it.

“Ostor,” she whispered, my name full of wanting. Her voice, roughened by the pleasure I was giving her, made possessiveness burn through me.

Her hands trailed up my back, curling over my shoulders, her nails grazing enough to make my body sing. Everything about this simple act of touching each other felt like a start of something bigger.

My hand slid down her side, trembling slightly as I reached the hem of her shirt. The fabric felt delicate beneath my fingertips, just like this woman I adored too much already. Ihesitated, my breath catching as I waited for any hesitation on her part, any indication that this was too fast.

But it never came.

Her blue eyes met mine, wide and trusting. She didn’t stop me. She didn’t flinch. Instead, her lips parted in surrender, and her throat worked around a swallow. Heat surged through me, the sheer weight of her unspoken permission filling me with a craving I couldn’t deny.

I lifted the edge of her shirt, inching it up slowly. The fabric brushed against her skin, exposing more and more of her soft belly, her ribs. The sweet dip of her waist that made my mouth water in anticipation. My movements were hesitant. Reverent. Like I was unwrapping a gift too precious to touch, too pure to be mine. But it was, she was, and I didn’t intend to waste a single second.

When the shirt finally lifted enough to reveal her breasts, I froze.

By the fates.

Beautiful.

Rounded, firm, but still somehow soft as they lifted and fell with her breathing.Breasts, not spiraling tubes. Not blobs. No, no, not that at all. They were perfect, beyond anything I could've imagined. A pang of embarrassment tunneled its way behind my ribs because I’d pretty much brushed them off as appendages on her chest like an orc female’s tubes.

They had buds at the tips, just like she’d explained. And I’dfelt. Hard and tight and much too tempting.

I resisted no longer.

I circled one nipple with my thumb, watching in fascination as it responded to my touch, tightening under my hand. Her back arched off the bed, a soft gasp escaping her lips. That sound? It killed me.

Leaning down, I kissed the swell of her breast, savoring the way her skin tasted. Warm and sweet. Rosey let out a breathy moan, the sound weaving through me like a spark destined to set me aflame. I moved higher, closing my lips over the nipple, sucking.

By all the ground-covering beasts in our kingdom . . .

Her nipple was a treasure. Hard beneath the warmth of my tongue but still somehow giving. A sharp zing coursed through my body, as if it wasn't just her pressed to my lips but her very essence. I knew no other taste but hers would ever compare.

“Oh . . .” She sucked in a shaky breath, her fingers curling through my hair, tugging on it as if this was her only hold on reality.

I flicked my tongue over the crest of her nipple, grinning at the way her body trembled beneath me. She was incredibly responsive. Alive in every sense, pulling me in deeper.

I sucked gently, shallow enough to feel her pulse thrumming against my lips. I kept my other hand on her, threading my fingers through the peaks and valleys of her other breast and feeling the soft, warm pressure as she arched into my touch. She wanted this as much as me. We were becoming entangled in something beyond our control.

The way she reacted to me? There were no words. Sweet noises fell from her lips as if she was unable to hold back how much she craved this, cravedme.

I wanted to lose myself with her, tearing off pieces of my sanity as I went. If I thought about this too long, if I tried to remember that this was supposed to be fake, I'd question everything. Dive back into how dangerous this balance between pretending and feeling already was. But there were no obstacles right now. Nothing was preventing me from seeking what she had to offer.

I took in the rise of her belly as it fluttered with excitement. Unable to resist, I kissed down the soft curve, tracing her tender skin with the same reverence I'd used on her breast. The sweet scent of her filled the air, a mixture of the floral essence I'd come to associate with her and something distinctly her own.

Arousal.

Moaning, I dropped my mouth onto her skin and kissed lower.

I trailed my mouth across Rosey as if she was sacred ground. I reached the crease where her thigh met her torso and paused, looking up at her. Her eyes were hooded with desire, her lungs raging with short gasps. She was beautiful, laid out before me like this.

Me. Ostor.

“Are you alright?” I asked, my voice rough with need. “Do you want more, or should I stop? I want to. . .” My swallow took a long time to go down, “I want to taste you.” I searched her face for signs of discomfort, but all I saw was trust and the beginning of bliss.

She nodded, her voice a whisper. “I'm alright. I want more.”

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