Page 20 of One Stolen Night with Her Orc

He groans—a rumble that I feel through all of me. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me. A little faster. A little harder. The hardness of him makes me wet with anticipation. Little ole’ me having this kind of power over him gives me chills.

“This is the best wake-up call ever,” Koru says. “My little flower. So delicious. So good.” I smile over his cock at his words. “You take my cock so well.” I love the way my spine tingles when he praises me.

His breathing comes heavier. I feel his balls contract in my hand. I imagine him coming in my mouth, on my breasts, inside me. I can’t decide which one to start with.

Luckily, I don’t have to pick. His hands still me, and he lifts me up, sitting me on top of him, his cock between us. “You missed,” I say.

“I’m not sure I’m that talented. Need an extra hand to hold my cock up.” He laughs, and I feel myself blush at the image of more than two hands.

“You need my cock.” It isn’t a question. I nod. He growls and I roll my eyes. You’d think I’d remember to say the words. But I still forget.

“Yes. I need your cock. Inside me. I need your cum.” His growl of pleasure ripples through me again.

I lift my hips high so I can sit on his cock. It’s a tight fit, but I get him all the way. Sitting with him all the way inside me, I’m smiling, proud.

“My good girl. You take me so well.”

We sit like that, staring at each other, smiling, loving the feel of each other. Then he twitches inside me, making me gasp and shudder in pleasure. Hands on his chest, I slide up and down him. His fat fingers dig into my hips as he guides me. We move together in sync. In unison.

Faster. His neck is tense, the cords visible as he works to control himself with me. When his fingers reach up to pinch my nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger, I gasp, almost coming right then. His other hand reaches around my ass, feeling my bottom. “Too much,” I whisper, unsure of what I’m saying.

He twists my other nipple. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge, flying, milking his cock with my pleasure. He gasps, moans my name, his cum filling me, spilling out of me.

Exhausted, I collapse onto him, where he holds me. Cleans both of us. Tucks us back into bed.

“Just like the first time, my flower.” He chuckles to himself at the memory.

“So much better than the first time,” I say. The first time was delicious, but this was pure magic.

“Think we’ll continue to get better with age?” He’s groggy already.

“Like a fine stout.” I kiss his nose, then settle into him, content and safe.

“I love you, Poppy. I want you to be mine forever.” Every time he says those words, tears prick at the edges of my eyes. I don’t know why, and I’d love to get them to stop. I hate crying.

“Koru, I love you, too. But I need you to stop saying it.” Koru startles and snorts.

“Why on earth would I stop?”

“Because I need to stop crying every time I hear the words. It’s embarrassing and frustrating.” I slam my hand down on his chest. Not hard, just an emphasis.

“Oh Poppy, you are the cutest thief I’ve ever met. I will never stop loving you. And I will never stop saying the words. You cry all you need to until you believe me, all the way down to your toes.” He kisses me, gently.

Sighing, how am I supposed to argue with that? For crying out loud. Covering my face with my hand, I try to think up some new solution to crying. The only solutions I’ve got so far are either to plug my ears any time I think he might be about to say the words, or run out of the room when he gets that swoony look in his eye. Perhaps I could just blindfold myself when we make love.

After a few minutes, Koru stirs, shifts so that he’s up on one elbow looking down at me. “Poppy?”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.” Reluctantly, I remove my hand and blink away the tears. “I want you to marry me. Be my wife.”

“Oh Koru. Are you asking me to marry you? I can’t believe you said that! Now look at me!” Red eyed, tears pouring down my face, nose running. “I’m a big fat mess.”

“Yes, I am. Never, you are beautiful. Even on your quote unquote worst day,” he growls into my ear. “I’ll take you with tear-stained cheeks. Rosy red with laughter or embarrassment. I’ll take your runny nose and raise you—sick in bed with a cold. I want you every day, every way. Because Poppy,” he pulls my chin up so I am looking straight into his eyes, “I love you.”

Undone. It’s the only word I have to describe the feeling inside me. All of me has come undone by this rigid, strong orc.

“If you mean it, Koru. Yes, I will marry you.”

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