Page 48 of Fake Dating an Orc Cowboy

His words made my mind spiral. I loved the intensity, the confidence he showed now. It was clear he wanted to please me in ways no man ever had.

With a growl, he flipped me over onto my belly, lifting my hips to position me on my knees. He spread my thighs wide and pushed back into my wetness from behind. His powerful thrusts soon had me moaning and clutching the covers beneath me, completely consumed with the bliss only this male could deliver.

The vibration of his coorails combined with the depth of his strokes shot me all the way to the stars. I trembled with anticipation, desperate for release.

“Ostor,” I moaned, my voice ragged. “Please.”

His response was a guttural growl. He intensified his movements, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. Our moans filled the room, and I clung to the feelings, lost in the rhythm of his thrusts.

Every stroke brought me closer, but he knew how to drag out my pleasure, making it last until I could barely stand it. My mind turned into an inferno of sensation, his every touch sending me higher.

When my orgasm finally crashed over me, I cried out his name, my body convulsing around his cock. He roared his own release, his body shuddering as he pumped into me, filling me harder. Faster.

Finally, he slowed and came to a stop, his head hanging above mine, his breathing jagged.

We collapsed onto the bed together, our bodies slick with sweat. Ostor pulled me against his chest and wrapped his arms around me. I felt cherished, loved, and utterly content.

“That was amazing,” I said, still quivering with aftershocks deep within me.

“Youare amazing.” Warmth filled his voice. “I've never felt this alive or as complete as I do with you, Rosey.”

His words tugged at my heart, and I felt seen and loved in a way I never had before. This moment with Ostor felt poignant. We were establishing a strong connection, one I wanted to hold onto forever.

I was falling in love with my fake orc boyfriend, and it felt far better than any fantasy could.

Sometime during the night, I woke to moonlight streaming through the gap in the curtains and the sound of Ostor’s soft breathing beside me. Rolling onto my side, I studied his peaceful face, his breath leaving a warm spot on my forehead.

I adored this guy like no other, and I hoped that what we were building would last. I wanted more than just a long weekend. What would he think if I asked for not only his body but his heart? Because I wanted to make this real. We could live together. I’d stand by his side as he and his brothers built their new venture, giving him anything he needed. My heart blazed with the dream of a future where he was always with me.

He stirred, his eyes opening. He gave me a tusky smile, drowsy and sweet. My gut clenched with longing.

“Hey,” he said. The sleepiness in his eyes went away, replaced with a flicker of need.

My body ached in delicious ways, but I was more than willing to be with him again. Those coorails! His cock itself. While it was big, it wasn't so huge I couldn't enjoy it fully. He hadn't hurt me, not one bit. And I knew he never would.

His arm tightened around my waist, drawing me against him.

His eyes . . . they sparkled like the sky outside, full of diamond stars and moonlit bliss. I cupped his face, pulling hishead down to claim his mouth with a kiss that soon made flames roar through us.

His hands roamed my body in a lazy manner at first but soon with growing heat. His cock rose between us, nudging comically at my knees, reminding me that he was so much taller and bigger than me.

Ostor's gaze met mine. The warmth there stole the breath from my lungs. He looked at me as if I was the most precious person in the world. I either wanted to cry or shout out to the world that he was mine. All mine. His fingertips skimmed down my side, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. I quivered, yearning for his touch.

In one fluid motion, he rolled us over, pinning me beneath him. His weight pressed me into the mattress. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he continued to kiss me. This male was so tender and sweet. I’d never get enough.

He explored my mouth with a reverence that stunned me, because I felt the same. This moment meant everything;hemeant everything.

Breaking away, he explored my skin with feather-light kisses, his fingertips dancing across my collarbone and down my arms, before gliding up to my breasts. My nipples hardened, and I was soon begging for more.

He took one of my nipples into his mouth, the sensation jolting pleasure straight to my core. I bowed my spine, pressing myself up to him, wanting more of his exquisite torture. His other hand slid down my stomach, teasing the curve of my hip before finally, finally, reaching between my thighs.

When his fingers grazed my clit, I gasped. He stroked me, sending waves of bliss through me. I was on fire, my body a blaze of sensation.

He kept his movements steady and slow, as if he had all the time in the world to bring me to the brink. There was no past, no future, only the pulsating heat connecting us now.

As my orgasm barreled through me, his eyes locked on mine. He didn't look away, not even for a second. He watched me, his expression a mix of lust and fascination, as if he couldn't believe I was letting him do this.

The wave crashed over me, my body convulsing with the force of my climax. Ostor rocked me through it, his eyes still sinking into mine. As the last of my shudders subsided, he shifted his position, spreading my legs to nudge the head of his cock into my soaked entrance.

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