Page 31 of Susie's Orc

Another strangled curse is the only reply I can manage, but she takes it for theyesit’s meant to be as she squeezes me even harder and parts her lips.

Susie works me just like that—one hand around my shaft, the other dragging over my thigh, then up to cup my balls and give them a gentle tug. Her mouth is utter fucking sin on me, tongue pressed to the sensitive spot on my frenulum, over the head of my cock to lap at the precome flowing freely, moving in tandem with her hand as she learns just how to make me fall apart.

When I feel myself tipping perilously close to that edge, I tangle my hand in her hair again and tug gently. Susie catches my meaning immediately and pulls off of me with a satisfied smirk, panting a little and looking terribly, ruinously pleased with herself.

It fans the flames in me even higher, makes me greedy with her as I grab her around the waist and flip her over so she’s on her back on the mattress.

I make a move to crawl back over her, press myself into her, and sink into all the incredible warmth and softness of her, but she lays a hand against my chest. She pushes me back softly, and I follow the wordless command, kneeling on the bed.

Then she turns over.

She pushes up to her hands and knees, putting her perfect, pert ass on full display.

“Susie,” I growl, barely in control of myself. “What are you—”

Susie, the vixen that she is, just gives me a cheeky little glance back over her shoulder, one brow raised in a challenge.

Gods, the sight of her like this does something to me.

Something deep and primal tugs on all my instincts to claim her, to keep her, to mark her and cherish her for the rest of my days.

I grip her ass with both hands and press firmly with my thumbs, spreading her open to get a better view.

Her glistening, delicious cunt is pink and still slightly swollen from taking my cock, slick with my release and her arousal. Shifting my grip, I run a thumb over that impossibly erotic sight, push a couple of inches into her.

Susie gasps, and I still my hand.

“Sore?”

She immediately shakes her head, then huffs a laugh. “No. Well, I mean… a little. But it’s… good. It feels good.”

“Just good?” I tease, resuming my light, stroking touches, pushing back inside with the tip of my thumb until she gasps again.

“Jonah.”

My name on her lips in that breathless, desperate tone is nearly my undoing. I drop my hand and replace it with my cock, breaching her entrance in a tentative press, watching and listening for any sign it’s too much.

I find none.

All I find is more of that eagerness, more of that hunger as she presses her hips back against mine, taking another couple of inches.

But when her breath hitches again, I grip her hips firmly, holding us both in check.

“Baby,” I whisper, reaching, grasping, clawing for restraint.

“Don’t—stop—” Susie grinds out.

Her head drops between her shoulders, and then her arms go lax, her upper body collapsing into the mattress as she pants and groans.

“Susie,” I try again, worried it’s too much for her.

But when she turns her head enough to look back at me, there’s nothing but more of that wicked, tender teasing in her eyes, in the challenging smile that turns up the corners of her lips.

“Jonah, if you don’t hurry up and fuck me again, I swear that I’m going to—”

I lean my full bulk over her, cutting off her words in another sharp gasp when I run my tusks over the hot, damp side of her throat, pausing to whisper into the skin just below her ear.

“You’ll tell me,” I remind her. “If anything doesn’t feel good for you, you’ll tell me.”

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