Page 47 of Fake Dating an Orc Cowboy

Rosey sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes level with my straining erection. A soft gasp escaped her lips. “Your cock is beautiful. So different than any I've seen before.” Tilting her head, she took in every detail, her curiosity hanging in the air between us.

I had to explain, had to make sure she understood my differences from a man.

“This is a coorail.” I pointed at one of the spiraling strands adorning my shaft. “They're natural to orcs, unlike the piercings your kind possess. They mature as we do, growing along with every other part of our body. Each coorail has a bead along the thin strand that vibrates when we're aroused.” I studied her face, worried I'd find fear or revulsion, but all I found was wonder and a deepening need.

“And these?” She gently traced a fingertip along one of the thick veins snaking across my cock, making me quiver.

“They carry additional blood when we're excited.” The words came out husky, my voice betraying the depth of my arousal. “They help with stamina.”

“I’m all for stamina.” A smile curled her lips. “I can't wait.” She wrapped her fingers around my shaft. The feel of her touch sent a jolt of bliss through me. “I've never seen anything like it before.”

I groaned as she stroked me, her grip tentative at first, then growing bolder as she found a rhythm that matched the gutturalcries rising from deep within my chest. The beads on my coorails pulsed, adding an extra layer of sensation. “Rosey,” I growled, my eyes closing as I savored how wonderful it was to be with her like this.

“Does it feel good?”

“Too good.” I thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock deeper into her grasp. “Amazing. You’re going to make me come.”

“Not too soon. Remember, stamina.” Her laugh came out throaty. “I'm just getting started.”

My breath hitched as her tongue darted out, tasting the precum beading at the tip of my cock. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Cinnamon? I need more.”

As she took more of my shaft into her mouth, I wove my fingers through her hair, gently holding her in place. The sensation of her wet heat surrounding me was too much to bear. Every part of me trembled with the effort of holding back, of not thrusting forward to bury myself deep in her throat.

I watched her, this incredible woman who was fearlessly exploring my body, and my heart swelled with awe. This wasn't just about physical pleasure. This was Rosey showing me that she accepted all of me in a way I'd never dared hope for.

Tension shot through me, a rising tide that would soon sweep me away. When I could bear it no longer, I nudged her away, my chest heaving. “Enough.”

“Nowhere near enough,” she said with a sly smile, dropping back on the bed and stretching. Her hands rose to pinch her nipples, and my groan ripped up my throat. While she continued to tug and roll one nipple, her other hand slid down between her legs. She stabbed two fingers inside her wetness, and my cock throbbed, eager to replace her hand.

I moved over her, my body shaking with the force of my desire, and tugged her fingers away, positioning myself at her entrance.

With a deep, shuddering breath, I pushed forward, slowly entering her. Tight and wet, the feel of her surrounding me was going to make me explode.

I paused, giving her time to adjust to my size and my coorails with their quivering beads.

“My god,” she moaned. “Where have you been all my life?”

My laugh snorted out. “Waiting for you, Rosey. Only you.”

Chapter 19

Rosey

I’d died and gone to cock heaven. Natural Jacob’s Ladder? I couldn’t imagine why orc cocks weren’t the topic of conversation everywhere. Move out of the way, human males, because orcs were going to drive everyone wild.

As he started to move, those glorious coorails stroked my inner walls while the bead-like things hummed. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “I need more.”

“And you shall have it.” With a growl, he began to move harder within me, pulling all the way out and driving his cock back inside.

He was big and long, but just right for me, and he was going to drive me out of my mind within seconds.

Ostor pounded into me, the headboard thudding against the wall with each powerful thrust. The vibrating beads on his coorails teased my inner walls, driving me closer to the cusp of a mind-blowing orgasm. My legs clung to his waist, urging him deeper as need consumed me.

Just as I was about to tumble over the side, he pulled out, leaving me panting and gasping for more. I writhed, desperate for him to fill me again.

“Wait, wait, no . . .” I said.

“I know, tiny one.” His low, rough voice tickled across my skin. “I want you to feel every inch of me, to know what it's like to be taken by an orc.”

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