Page 9 of Susie's Orc

Damn him. Damn him for making me say it.

Although, even while I’m mentally cursing his name, something deep and dark in my core flutters at the small humiliation.

“Yes. I was embarrassed.”

Satisfaction rumbles up the back of his throat, and he pushes his ring finger inside of me to join his middle finger. The stretch is obscene. I’m stuffed to the seams, so deliciously full. Desperate for more, I ride his hand, rolling my hips and trying to take him even deeper.

“Good girl,” he says against my neck, shifting his legs to let me have even more freedom to move. “You take everything you need from me, Susie.”

I fuck myself onto his fingers, soaking his entire hand with my wetness. Shifting slightly, he tilts the heel of his palm to massage against my clit. I’m still aching there, sensitive after he rubbed me over my panties and it’s almost too much. Almost.

“Look,” he says, voice still so stern. “Look at how pretty this pussy is with my fingers spreading you.”

Who am I to resist a command like that?

And god damn, the sight of his two thick fingers disappearing into me, stretching me, is enough to make me cry out again as the first waves of another climax start building.

Jonah makes a low, appreciative noise in the back of his throat. “You shouldn’t feel embarrassed about this. I’ve thought about it, too.”

“You have?” I pant, rocking my hips to increase the pressure on my clit. The heightened sensation makes me clench down on him, and we both groan.

“I could scent you,” he murmurs. “In the meeting room. I saw you staring at me and scented your arousal and knew you wanted this as much as I did.”

Fuck.Fuck,that’s hot.

“I just never thought I’d be so damn lucky.”

He thinks he’s the lucky one?

I can only latch onto the words for a moment before the heel of Jonah’s hand presses down hard on my clit again, and any coherent thoughts simply cease to exist. He’s relentless, workingmy body with single-minded determination, breathing almost as hard as I am. He brushes my clit again, a fainter touch this time, almost teasing, but I’m too far gone.

My second orgasm washes over me with devastating totality. I might be moaning, or saying his name, or just speaking outright nonsense, and I’d never be able to tell.

Jonah’s lips skate along my neck, his two sharp tusks brushing against my skin in a tiny bite of pain that amplifies my pleasure. He’s murmuring just like I am, saying my name in a breathless, awed voice that sounds almost… reverent.

“Sweet Susie,” he whispers, dragging his tusks over the side of my neck again. “Look at you. Look at how beautiful you are when you come.”

Jonah holds me tight, still murmuring to me, soothing me, sturdy and warm and wonderful at my back while I float in my post-orgasm bliss.

When I’m finally able to see straight again, I reach up and back, tangling one hand into his hair and running my nails along his scalp. He hums in pleasure, body melting into mine, but tenses when my other hand dips down between us, tugging at his shirt where it’s tucked into his waistband.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Just rest.”

“You don’t want…” I say, gesturing at the truly impressive erection tenting his khaki pants and playing with the hem of his shirt where I’ve pulled it free.

Jonah shakes his head and draws his fingers slowly out of me. “It’s alright, I wanted this to be for you.”

Even as my whole body shudders with the sensation of him sliding out of me, I frown. “You’re sure? Because I really—”

“It’s alright,” he says again, gently pulling my hand away from his shirt.

There’s something tight and uncomfortable in his voice, and the sharp, unexpected sting of rejection settles in my gut. Why doesn’t he want me to touch him?

Before I can ask, the sound of a phone ringing comes from where Jonah left his jacket near the door. Brow furrowing, he looks toward the sound and then back at me, apologetically.

“I should answer that.”

“Oh,” I say, scrambling out of his lap. “Um, alright.”

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