Page 8 of Susie's Orc

“Good, Susie. So good. Just like that.”

His fingers press down more firmly. He sucks at the side of my throat, and a desperate gasp rips out of me. My core tightens into a heavy, insistent twist of pleasure, striking fast and hard.

I’m sure he thinks he’s just teasing, but with as tightly wound as I already am, it’s enough to have me racing toward a climax.

It’s too much.

He’stoo much.

Jonah, who sees me in my sweaters and wonders what’s under them. Jonah, who I’ve been crushing on for years. Jonah with the big, rough hands and the unexpected bossy streak who’s here, playing with me, whispering filthy praise and encouragement against my skin. He’s barely touched me, and I’m nearly ready to combust.

I do just that a few seconds later.

My back arches, and a stifled scream rips from my throat as my climax breaks over me. Jonah holds me all the way through my tremors until my muscles go lax.

“Fuck,” Jonah curses. “Fuck, that was hot. You came just from that?”

I can only give him a shaky nod as his hand keeps moving, stroking me down through the last of it. My head rolls back, resting against his shoulder, and when I take a deep inhale, my nose is filled with the scent of him.

Jonah smells like the outdoors. Like cedar and pine and fresh clean air. I don’t know if that’s an orc thing, or if he’s got some kind of incredibly appealing cologne, but damn do I want to bottle it up and keep it close by so I can take a whiff whenever I want to.

No. I absolutely did not just think that.

“Do you want another?” he asks, still stroking me lightly. “Do you want to come again, Susie?”

I should probably return the favor first, touch him, make him feel as good as he’s just made me, but I’m still pleasure-drunk and hungry for more.

“Do you want these fingers inside of you?”

Well, damn. This orc really knows how to win a girl over.

“Yes,” I say, breathless, needy.

“Good,” Jonah says, fingers sliding under the waistband of my panties. “Off with these, then.”

Before I have a chance to stand up and take them off myself, Jonah lifts me with one muscular arm and uses his other hand to tug them down my thighs. It happens so fast, and feeling him move me with no apparent effort whatsoever leaves me even more breathless.

He settles me back into the same position, spreading me even wider this time. Instead of touching me right away, though, he leans forward over my shoulder and stares down at me for a few long seconds.

My cheeks burn hotter and hotter the longer he stares. Spread open like this, I’m completely bared for him, no shame orcoyness or secrets, and he’s silent long enough that I’m almost convinced he doesn’t like what he sees. I’m about to shift off of him, snap my legs shut, when he lets out a long, ragged breath.

“You’re beautiful. Just perfect.” Jonah draws the broad tip of one finger all the way up my slit, spreading the damp heat he finds there. “Fuck, Susie. You’re so wet. Is that all for me?”

“Yes,” I moan. “All for you.”

He tests and teases, dips just inside and retreats. I’m writhing on him, pressing my ass back against his thick, insistent erection. I try to force myself down further on that teasing finger and he just clucks his tongue and pulls his hand away.

“So greedy,” he scolds me. “Be patient.”

“Can’t,” I whine. “Can’t wait. Please.”

I’m begging, needy, pathetic, and I don’t even care. I’ve just had one of the best orgasms of my life and I want another.

“Greedy, greedy girl. You left that meeting room so fast today. Were you embarrassed by how much you wanted these fingers inside you?”

As he asks the question, he plunges his finger deep, and my moan bounces off the walls around us. It’s one finger, a single damnfinger,and I’m already full. He crooks it forward, hits that sweet spot so deep inside that my belly melts into pure liquid. I can’t speak, can’t do anything but clench on him and grasp at his thick forearms, nails leaving crescents on his skin.

“Susie,” he says sternly, stilling the motion of his hand. “I’m waiting for an answer.”

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