Page 27 of Romancing the Orc

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he groans. “Who’s my good girl, coming on my cock so sweetly?”

“I am,” I whisper.

“What’s that?” His fingers tighten on my hair, and he pulls almost all the way out, leaving my pussy feeling way too empty. “Say it—say all of it.”

“I’m your good girl.”

“Yes, you are.” He gives me a wicked, wicked smirk that makes my heart skip and thrusts forward, burying himself all the way in me.

I suck in a breath, holding it as the sensation of being filled completely for the first time in my life overwhelms me. His monster cock stretches me to the point of pain, but it’s the good kind of pain, the kind that makes the pleasure more intense.

Brokk groans, his head tipped back, the tendons of his neck standing out in sharp relief. “Goddess, Lara. You feel so fucking divine.”

Tentacles work over my clit, sending tingling warmth through me. My muscles relax, adjusting to his huge size, and Brokk starts to thrust. His hands grip my hips, pulling me onto his cock, the swing letting him move me exactly as he wants.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

More tentacles fill my ass, sliding in and out in time with his movements until I’m stuffed full everywhere, the sensation amazing.

Tied up like this, I can’t do anything but feel, and Brokk’s giving me so much to feel.

My muscles clamp down, and he grunts, his hips shooting forward, burying him even deeper. “Look at you,” he growls, his voice a guttural rasp. “Taking my cock like such a good girl.”

I nod and bite my lip, the remnants of his seed sweet on my tongue.

But Brokk rocks back, holding me poised in midair. “No.Look.”

I glance down. Oh, god. Feeling the tentacles touch me while his massive cock slides into me is one thing—seeing it is quite another. I’m stretched so wide by his girth. It looks like it willneverfit, but he slides into me slowly, making me watch every single inch disappear inside my pussy.

It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. My gaze flicks up to find him watching me watch his cock fuck me, the look in his eyes so hot my muscles clamp tight around him.

He grunts, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me fully onto his dick. Then he lets loose, pounding into me.

Each thrust shoots fire through my veins, makes whimpering wordless noises full of hunger and need fall from my lips. Gasping breaths suck in the smell of his seed and sex. My heart races in time with his movements. I become nothing but a creature of sensation.

And that sensation is pure pleasure.

The tentacles vibrate across my sensitive clit and plunge into my ass, adding to the tingling of my pussy until I become one throbbing ache of desire as I ride the edge.

“That’s it, my sweet Lara. Come on my cock.” Brokk speeds up. “Come for me, my good girl. Come for menow.”

Pleasure explodes through me, burning outward in a flash of fire that makes my entire body sing. My heart thunders in my ears as I scream, shaking, caught by the swing, held pinned by his dick.

With a couple more thrusts, Brokk pulls out. He roars as hot come splashes across my stomach and breasts and face, every muscle in his body locked rigid by the force of his orgasm.

We stay like that for several long minutes, pressed together as we try to catch our breath.

A flicker of that special sensation—magic—shivers through the air, and the vines holding my feet and wrists relax until I sit on the “seat” of the swing, my hands draped around his neck. This is the only thing I missed about being bound—the ability to touch him. I make up for it now, running my hands over the strong width of his shoulders and upper arms. I nuzzle into his chest, giving him little kisses that taste of his skin.

He starts to pull away, and I cling harder, feeling a little vulnerable after everything we just did.

“It’s okay.” He smoothes a hand down my back and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m not letting you go.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Brokk

I’mneverletting her go. This one taste of my mate was glorious, but far from enough.

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