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With one powerful thrust, he filled me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, my body stretching to accommodate him. After a pause, he began to move inside me in a slow, almost lazy way.

My moan ripped out, and I shoved my hips up to meet each of his drives. He continued to pump, building my heat all over again. Soon, I was completely lost in the feel of him pulling out and plunging back inside. He reached between us and stroked my clit, sending my body higher. His eyes remained locked on mine through it all, as if he needed to see my desire unfold, needed to watch as he gave me this gift.

The vibrations of his coorail beads made heat roar through me. Every stroke was aimed to draw out my bliss. I soon perched on the edge again.

He leaned in, his breath hot on my skin as he whispered, “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I gasped, clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.

He pushed harder, driving me deeper into the abyss. With each thrust, I squeezed his cock with my inner walls, contracting around him. I couldn’t handle much more.

“Now,” I pleaded, my body beginning to ride through the pleasure.

His coorails vibrated harder, matching the relentless rhythm of his hips.

“Ostor,” I cried out, clinging to him.

“Take it, Rosey,” he growled, his eyes blazing with passion. “Take all of me. Everything I am and everything I will ever be.”

With one final, powerful thrust, he sent me careening over the side. I convulsed beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing through me. He groaned, his own release roaring through him as he filled me completely.

After the rush subsided, Ostor pulled out of me and rose from the bed. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth, and the tender way he gently cleaned between my legs made my heart swell with affection.

“Orcs have lots of cum,” he whispered, a touch of embarrassment in his voice. “As I said, it's our nature.”

Even this simple touch aroused me again, my body sensitive yet still craving more of him. He must've noticed, because he gave me a shy smile before focusing on my lower body, his fingers brushing my clit.

“Come for my fingers,” he said, his gaze locked on mine. “Show me how much you need this; how much you need me.”

I gasped, my body responding, building the heat all over again. He stroked me masterfully, drawing out a sharp, unexpected orgasm that left me shaking. As I came down, he tossed aside the washcloth and gathered me into his arms, holding me as we both settled into silence.

We soon drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 20

Ostor

Something was vibrating nearby, and it wasn’t me or Rosey.

She moaned, and my cock kicked up all over again. How could I crave her again so soon?

I worried I’d wear her out. Or wear out the heat I’d ignited inside her.

She lay in my arms, her body sprawled across my chest, still deep asleep.

The vibration started again.

Ah, a phone?

“Rosey?” I said softly, stroking my fingertips up and down her spine.

“Again?” she whispered, rubbing her leg across my stiffening cock. “You amaze me. You’re like a teenager,” she mumbled against my skin. “I’m gonna do all I can to keep up with you.”

My laugh snorted out. “I’m thirty. Not the age of the teens.”

“You know what I mean.” Lifting her head, her gaze met mine. “Can I ride you this morning, cowboy?”

Fuck, I’d give anything to see her sitting on top of me, lifting before dropping her body back down on my cock.

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