Page 27 of Susie's Orc

“Condom?” I ask, breathless.

“I’m dormant. I take a birth control which makes it impossible for me to get anyone pregnant.”

“Okay. I do too. Take birth control, I mean. A human one.”

He flashes me a grin. “And the last time I checked, there isn’t any crossover between human and orc STIs, but I’ve also been tested recently and I’m good.”

“So am I.”

He runs his cock over me again. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, we can do.”

A strangled noise works its way out of my throat when he notches himself against me, dipping just inside, and fuck it anyway. I want him. All of him.

“This is good,” I breathe, meeting his thrust. “I’m alright with this.”

With a satisfied growl, Jonah tucks both his hands under my ass and stands, carrying me from the living room down a short hallway and into his bedroom. I crane my head around to get a look, and this space is even cozier than the rest of his apartment. An enormous bed takes up much of the room, piled high with blankets and furs. The walls are painted a deep, mossy green, and all the furniture is made of dark wood. It feels close and intimate, a little slice of privacy where we might be the only two people in the world.

Instead of heading for the bed, he carries me to a wide, plush armchair in the corner and sits so I’m straddled across his thighs again. From a small side table next to the chair, he pulls out a bottle of lube and squeezes some into his hand before stroking it up and down his shaft. Even with as wet as I am and how ready he made me, I appreciate the foresight. I’ve never been with anyone nearly as big as Jonah, and even though I’m more than eager to hop on and go for a ride, I’m still a little nervous about the mechanics of it all.

Setting the lube aside, Jonah palms my ass and shifts me up to hover over his cock.

“We’re going to take this slow,” he says, notching himself at my entrance again. “And you’re going to tell me if you’re uncomfortable or if anything doesn’t feel right.”

It’s not a question, but I nod anyway as I shift my hips, making more room for him. He leans in to kiss me, then grabs one of my hands and brings it down to grasp his cock.

“Guide me into you, Susie,” he whispers roughly against my lips. “You take just as much of me as you want to.”

Even the stretch of his cock’s broad head is… a lot. He’s barely inside me, and I have to pause and let my body adjust before lowering myself another inch.

Jonah’s breath hisses between his teeth. “Fuck, Susie. Just… fuck.”

“Good?”

“Incredible. You’re incredible.”

He holds me steady as I take another inch, and then another. The position he chose is perfect for this, and though I can feel the tense strain of his thigh muscles between my own, and the slight tremors that rock his whole frame as I keep working myself down on him, he doesn’t thrust or move a single inch, letting me take my time.

Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I lower even further, working myself down on him until our thighs are flush together and I’m stretched wider than I’ve ever been. There’s still a slight sting to that stretch, and I work to relax into it, relax into him.

I drop my face to his chest, breathing hard even though we’re not moving yet, and Jonah reaches up to thread his hands through my hair, tipping my face up. His expression is creased with concern, and I lean in to kiss all those worries away.

“It’s good,” I say, not really sure I can put my thoughts into coherent sentences right now, but wanting to reassure him, anyway. “You feel so good.”

I raise up a little, testing the feel of him inside of me before sinking back down, and we both groan. I do it again, and again, letting my body soften for him until the slight sting recedes and all that’s left is fullness and heat.

Leaning back, I brace my palms on his thighs and arch my back. Slowly, I rock my hips, finding a rhythm that feels right. When I glance at Jonah, his eyes are fixed on the spot where we’re joined, watching himself move in and out of me with rapt focus on his face. Like he can feel my attention on him, his gaze snaps up to meet mine, and the fires burning in his hazel eyes send a shock of pure lust through me.

It’s lust that only kindles the blaze between us higher as I pick up my pace, and Jonah moves one hand between our joined bodies, thumb pressing against my clit to work me in slow, firm circles. My nails dig into the muscles of his thighs and I revel in the strength and the size of him as I move.

“Just like that,” Jonah grates out. “You’re taking me so well, Susie.”

His deep, rough voice delivering that reverent praise, the firm command of his hand, the impossible fullness of his cock in me—all of it has me spiraling higher, tightening, panting and crying out as my climax builds almost to the point of pain.

It breaks over me in waves of pleasure, intense enough to make my muscles go lax and my torso slump, but Jonah’s right there. He bands an arm around my back and pulls me into him, keeping our bodies pressed together as I come apart on top of him.

I’m trembling with the last pulses of my orgasm when he stands, still buried in me, and carries me to the bed. Jonah lays me down on the pile of soft furs and starts thrusting in me again.Heavy, deep, and slow, he murmurs to me while he moves—telling me how fucking sexy I am when I come, how good I feel on his cock, how he wants one more orgasm out of me before he fills me up with his come.

I arch to meet his thrusts and toss my head back onto the furs. I can’t. I don’t have another one in me. A string of garbled words is coming out of my mouth, sounds of pleasure and pleas for mercy, but Jonah’s not having it for a moment.

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