Page 42 of Romancing the Orc

“Yes, you will. You’re going to come again.” His thrusts speed up, our bodies slapping together with filthy wet noises that only make me hotter. “Look at you, my cock filling your pretty pussy, my stud filling your ass. You love this, don’t you, my dirty girl? You love being stuffed so full.”

I nod, but that’s not enough.

“Say it.” He pulls me back onto his cock. “Say you love it.”

“I love it,” I pant. “I love it so much.”

“Good girl.”

I moan, my pussy clenching with excitement at his words. God, I’m a slut for praise. Exactly as he said, I love it.

“Fuck,” Brokk groans, his hips snapping forward. “Milk my cock just like that.”

I squeeze again and again, timing them with each thrust, as the tingles build, expanding outward to fill my whole body.

“Come for me,” Brokk says, the tentacles stroking over my clit more firmly. “Come for me, my good girl.”

My body is his to command, his words sparking a fire that explodes into an orgasm so intense I can only give a strangled gasp as the edges of my vision go dark and I see stars.

My pussy flutters around his thick girth, and he hangs on for several seconds before pulling out, hot come splattering all over my ass and thighs as Brokk roars my name.

His weight presses me into the ground for several delicious moments, the swell of his knot a wonderfully firm lump against my ass. Then he rolls us onto our sides and pulls me close, spooning me, one hand splayed across my stomach. He nuzzlesthe top of my head, pressing little kisses and whispering, “My good girl.”

I snuggle back into him with a sigh, my body wrung out and so fully satiated I slip into a dreamlike state that’s not quite sleep but is the most peaceful my mind’s been in years.

Mmm. It feels like paradise. I want to stay hereforever.

After a while, Brokk finally stirs. Gentle hands glide the catsuit up my body, freeing my trapped legs and dressing me. Then he relights the fire. Once it begins to burn, he adds a couple of larger logs and returns to me. Brokk props me upright against a tree trunk and slices open a couple of passion fruit. While I eat, licking the sweet and tangy juice from my fingers, he cooks the birds, bringing me the hot meat.

My mind’s still at peace as we finish dinner.

Is this what meditation does for people? I tried it years ago, and it never worked for me, my brain either wandering off into a daydream or too busy making lists. Guess I found a new way to do it—meditation by orc cock.

I grin, a soft chuckle escaping my lips.

He smiles over at me, his tusks flashing in the firelight.

God, I love his smile. He always looks fierce and strong on my book covers, but his smile…

My heart skips, realization crashing over me. It’s not just his smile I love. It’s him.

I love Brokk.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Brokk

Morning comes too soon, for I never want to get up when I hold my sweet mate in my arms. Lara sleeps so deeply, giving it her all, as she does with everything. I love that about her. She feels things so passionately, and I want her to love me with all of that intensity.

“Ah hem,” Grey says from beside the hammock right as the plants send an alarm rippling through me.

“How did you get in here?” I didn’t drop the foliage barrier last night. In fact, it’s still in place.

“Please, orc.” He smirks at me. “Did you really think a few plants could keep out a cat sith? I walk the shadow roads, and the shadow roads go everywhere.”

“Morning.” Lara gives a sleepy yawn and rubs at her face. “If you can walk everywhere, go get me some coffee.”

Grey says, “I don’t know what that is.”

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