Page 40 of Claimed By the Orc Lord

He took his time, thrusting just that little half inch in and out of me until my body was squirming and I was the one who rocked back against him, forcing him in deeper. The satisfied grin on his face told me he’d been waiting for that, for me to take charge—like he wanted me to dictate my own pleasure. Lucky for him, I wasn’t the kind of guy who usually gave over control when I was in bed, and I wasn’t about to start now.

“Do you see how good it feels?” he murmured, and I answered by rocking my body back again and forcing his finger in to the knuckle. It should have burned. In theory, I knew it should have burned, but that oil he’d slicked his hand with was doing something magic in my ass, because all I could feel was the way he was stretching me, the way his finger glanced against what I could only assume from a hundred romance novels was my prostate, because I lit up like a damn firecracker and shouted, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my fingers in his long hair so I could keep myself steady.

“I want more.” The demand came out as a low groan, edged on by the tug of my fingers in his hair. Nash seemed more than happy to oblige—he didn’t stop to check in on me, he didn’t ask me if I was sure. He just trusted that I knew my body, and when I rocked back, there was a second finger there with the first. It almost ached, it was almost too much. It felt like he was already filling me up, and I knew that I was nowhere near as full as I’d be when I asked for his cock… because fuck, I was definitely going to ask for his cock. If playing around with that orc dildo had been some kind of warning, I really should have listened.

Nash’s fingers in my ass felt so fucking good, I was pretty sure I was going to get addicted. Scratch that—there was a real possibility I already was, and we’d just gotten started.

I was pretty sure if I didn’t get to have this for the rest of my life, I would actually wither away and die.

Dramatic, maybe? But still true.

I was careful when I tested the way it felt to rock myself up and down on two thick fingers, lifting my body slowly and feeling the burn in my thighs where they bunched as I shifted my weight. When I took him in to the knuckle again, I dropped my head to his shoulder, pressing my nose to the curve of his neck so I could inhale his scent.

“Are you going to fuck me, Nash?” I asked in the softest voice I could. “Are you going to do what you said and fill me up? I don’t think I can fit your knot inside me, but if you try hard enough, maybe we can figure it out. I’d let you split me open if it meant I could feel all of you.”

Dirty talk I could do—dirty talk I’d done so many times before. And maybe it had all been practice for this moment, because Nash let out a low growl that reverberated through my entire body and flipped me over onto the bed.

He came back with three fingers this time, and the feeling of him stuffing them inside me until my ass stretched around the digits was enough to make my eyes roll back in my head. I was all talk—fuck, I was all talk. If it weren’t for the magic oil he was using, I’d probably be crying for him to slow down. Instead, I brought my eyes up to meet his.

“Is it good?” There was that moment of concern, but he kept fucking me like he already knew my answer. His fingers crooked, so every time he pulled back he ran over that bundle of nerves that I definitely should have been playing with all along, because it tore the truth from me when I’d intended to keep it to myself.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever done this with… the only person who has ever been inside me.” My body nearly exploded when I felt him add a fourth finger. It stretched me wider than I thought possible—it felt better than anything ever had in my life. “Oh, god… fuck… I… mmmfuck. Yeah, Nash. It’s good. So fucking good… I need to feel all of you.”

Apparently that was enough to push him to the edge of his limits, because he withdrew his fingers and brought the bottle back, upending half the contents of it onto his cock and coating his entire length with it.

God… god, damn it. He was really,reallybig.

Big and slick and ready to split me open… and fuck me, that was exactly what I wanted. I drew my legs up when he crawled on top of me, and his fingers gripped the back of my thighs to spread me even wider. It took me a second to realize what he was doing—he was staring down the length of my body where he’d fucked me open, where my hole was probably slightly gaping, slick with the oil… waiting for him. Instinctively, I clenched on air and he let out a low groan, rocking forward and pressing the fat head of his cock against my entrance.

“Breathe for me, Little Mate. I will try to be gentle, but you’re too tempting, and I—”

I leaned up, and pressed my mouth to his. “I’m not delicate, Nash, and I’m going to be pissed if you treat me like I am now. I won’t break. Now fuck me with that big monster dick before I tie you down and do it myself.”

He took me at my word and thrust in, and I had to wonder if I was actually the biggest liar that had ever lied. It didn’t hurt—the oil really was magic—but I could still feel the way he was pressing into me, the way I seemed to stretch impossibly around him. The way he was filling me more than anything I’d ever felt in my life. I clenched my body again, and he actually let out a low snarl that vibrated through me where his chest was pressed to mine.

“I want to fill you, to fuck you so hard that my knot forces its way through your tight little hole, Kai. But I will save that…” He thrust in one inch at a time until I could feel the swell at the base of his shaft playing against my entrance, wreaking havoc on my nerves because I could imagine exactly how much more the stretch would be when I had it. “I’ll save it for the day we mate. When I can bury myself inside you and stay there for hours, filling you over and over again until you faint on my knot.”

He started to move while my mind was dancing with the thought of him doing exactly what he’d said. His slow, shallow thrusts still felt like they were burning straight through me, hitting behind my ribcage, threatening to split me wide open even though his knot kept him from bottoming out. As filthy as his talk was, I could tell he was still holding back. He worked, lifting my leg slightly so the next time he thrust in, his cockhead pressed firmly against that little bundle of nerves again when he dragged himself out.

“Fuck… right there. That’sgood.” My fingers tangled in his hair again, and my other leg lifted like I could wrap it around him and pull him closer. I wanted more. I wanted so much more. He was still holding so much back, making sure my first time was good, that it was everything I could ever want.

That it was everything I’d never known to dream about until I met him.

This time, when he rocked forward, I canted my hips up, so the pressure of his knot was even more firm against my already stretched entrance—I wondered if I really would be able to force it through some day if we fucked enough.

Because I wanted to fuck him again.

And again.

So many fucking times.

“Harder,” I finally panted, ready to beg if I had to, and I think he knew it. This time when he fucked into me, I felt that pressure tighter against my ass. He brought his oil-drenched fingers up and wrapped them around my cock, and my lids fluttered shut when he started to pump me in time with his slow, steady thrusts.

“There’s so much more I will give you, Little Mate. So much more I want to show you.” His voice was a low rumble against my skin, playing havoc on my senses as he thrust into me harder, faster, like he was keeping perfect pace with the thundering of my heart and the way my body seemed to demand more.

More.

“More.” I said it like he drew the word out of me, and he squeezed the base of my shaft, then dropped his head to catch my mouth in a filthy kiss as he gave in to my demand.

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