Page 30 of Susie's Orc

“I like it.”

Fuck, I love the sound of that little whisper. Almost as much as I like the way she looks so damn flustered, her bottom lip caught between her teeth and the scent of her arousal rising heady and delicious between us.

“Yeah?” I grip her hips and tug her over me until she’s straddled across my lap, holding her in place while I grind up into her. “You like it when I call you baby?”

“Yes,” she gasps, winding her arms around my neck and pressing her blunt little teeth into the side of my throat.

“Good,” I rumble, a deep, satisfied pleasure spreading through me. “Then tell me what you want, baby.”

Susie doesn’t answer right away.

She rolls her hips against me, and when the shirt slides a little higher on her hips, I realize she never put her underwear back on. Entirely bare except for my clothing, that satisfaction spikes deeper, harder as she grinds her bare pussy into my sweats-clad lap.

I’m fully fucking hard now—beyond hard, really, out of my damn mind for her and ready to toss her down on the sofa and lose myself in her—and with each roll of her hips and each bite and kiss and suck against my neck, my control gets thinner. Stretched to its limit, I bury a hand in her hair and tip her head back gently to meet my eye.

“Tell me what you want, Susie.”

As much as I’d love to fuck her again, and even though she teased me earlier about going for round two, I know I’m not… small, and I know she might be sore or need some time to rest. I won’t push her for anything she doesn’t want or anything that feels less than incredible for her.

But Susie, who I’m beginning to strongly suspect will never cease to surprise me, surges forward and catches my lips in a deep kiss before pulling back, breathless.

“I want your cock.”

Well. I guess that answers that.

“You sure?” I ask, needing full confirmation she’s alright with it. “We don’t have to. If you’re sore from earlier, or if you’d rather wait and—”

She cuts off my words with a kiss, biting at my bottom lip as she pulls back.

“I’m sure.”

Keeping her firmly held against me, I stand from the couch, devouring her squeak of surprise as she wraps her legs around my hips. I walk us back into the bedroom, carrying her to the bed and pressing her into the mattress, letting her feel the weight and the length of me.

But apparently she’s got other ideas.

With a firm hand against my chest, she silently orders me off her. I comply, letting her lead as she eases me back onto the bed. Her hands find the waistband of my sweats and I respond immediately, helping her slide them off me. Heart in my throat, I lean up on my elbows so I can get a better look.

Susie kneels between my thighs and wraps a hand around my cock, giving me a few experimental strokes with a teasing, satisfied smile turning up the corners of her lips. She leans over me, the ends of her hair brushing against my bare thighs in a light caress that sends a shiver of pleasure and anticipation through me. When her tongue swipes over the head of me, lapping at the drop of precome poised right on the tip, I bite back a curse and can barely stop myself from thrusting into her hot, eager mouth.

Like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, how crazed she’s making me, Susie glances up from under lowered lashes—that smile of hers even sharper—before her full lips wrap around the head of my cock.

This time, there’s nothing I can do to stop my strangled moan or keep myself from reaching a hand up to tangle in her silk-soft hair as she works me into her mouth. She closes her lips around me and sucks, and my grip tightens, pulling a low hum of pleasure from the back of her throat.

I chase the sound, arching my hips up and nudging her forward, sliding deeper inside of her. I watch her beautiful face for any sign of discomfort, and when she pulls back with a gasp, I release my hold on her.

“Too much?”

She huffs a soft laugh, running a hand over her jaw. “We’re… we’re probably going to have to work on that a little.”

My cock and my chest both ache with the idea ofworking on it, of taking our time and learning each other, of having that time together.

I nod, reaching for her. “That’s alright, it can wait for another—”

“Jonah,” Susie says, arching a brow. “Just because I can’t quite deep throat that monster cock of yours doesn’t mean I want to stop.”

Fuck. I feel a flush rising on my cheeks, both at her filthy compliment and at the look in her eyes as she leans back over me.

“I can take you like this,” she murmurs, gripping me tightly with one hand and lowering her mouth. “You like it a little hard, right?”

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