Page 32 of The Orc's Stolen Shepherdess

He opened his mouth and dragged his wicked tongue along my wrist. “Where would you like me to use my tongue first, sunshine?”

Fades, I couldn’t find my words.

“Hurry, or I’ll just do whatever is in my mind. I’ll try every devious, sordid thing that my brethren have spoken about. I’ll use my tongue, my teeth, my fingers, and I’ll wring you out until you beg for mercy.”

Oh,fuck,now I didn’t want to answer him!

His eyes held mine, searching and hopeful. When I still didn’t speak, he groaned. “Susara, you are supposed tostop me.”

“Never. I never will.”

“Fuck.” His fingers trailed up my arms, and I squirmed under the tickling touch. The tips of his claw scraped gently forward, along my collarbone, down to my breasts.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice vibrated my chest, and I helplessly shivered while he teased my nipple beneath the thin cotton cloth with the pad of his thumb. “I need to get this off you. Let me.”

Without a second thought, I reached down and yanked the underdress up.

“Good girl.” His low voice pooled warmth in my stomach, lighting me up. His hands went to my bare hips and the feel of his hot skin against mine made my breath halt in my throat. I froze in place with the dress still pooled around my chest. A whole-body shiver raged through me as he toyed at the waistband of my panties with the tip of his claw. “Now these too.”

“Just cut them.” My voice was a mere squeak of desperation, and he rumbled with laughter I could feel between my legs. My pussy tightened with want and I groaned helplessly.

“Fades, you are perfect, aren’t you?” He hooked his claw around the thin cloth and sliced it clean through. Then he met my eyes again and my heart jumped into my throat at the warmth and longing I saw there.

I still had my underdress gathered up around my chest and yanked it off so hard it may have ripped. And I didn’t care.

“Fuck.”

I looked down to find reverence flooding his face as he looked at my now nakedbody.

“You are perfection made real.” His hands were trembling against my sides. One went high, the other low, and the anticipation of his touch at my most intimate places made me pant.

The tip of his claw swirled around one of my nipples and I groaned as shivering pleasure danced through me. My back bowed, and I ground my pussy harder into his body.

“You’re so beautiful.” He groaned, and I helplessly shivered while he teased my nipple with the pad of his thumb. His other hand found my pussy, and he pushed a finger between my folds. His hand was so hot, and the digit twitched over my clit. Pleasure made me buck into him. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, Susara, you’re so wet. I can smell the need on you. This isn’t enough, is it?”

“No.” I ground my pussy into his hand, wanting him deeper, needing to be filled. “I want more.”

His eyes snapped to mine, and he whispered, “I’m not going to stop until I’ve wrung you out.”

“Ooh, yes.” His finger was so close to my entrance and yet he wouldn’t delve into me. “Yes, Caivid.Please.”

“No need to beg me, sunshine.” His hands gripped tight around my waist and lifted me like I weighed no more thana sack of grain. My world tipped and my mind spun as he brought me up.

And sat me down with my legs straddling his neck.

“C-Caivid!” Wool and wails. This position was—I couldn’t let him just—he could seeeverything.

And he looked. Fades, all my reservations fell away as his eyes softened withreverence. He sucked another long breath and his hands clenched around my ass.

“I want to taste you, Susara.”

I was shivering and I couldn’t find words, but he must have seen my approval in my face because his expression slacked and he pulled me forward the rest of the way.

His mouth was so hot against my sensitive skin it made all my muscles go weak. His tusks dug into me, pulling my pussy apart to make room for his . . . his . . .fuck.

His tongue rolled over me without preamble, starting from the entrance, which was clenching with need all the way up to my pulsing, desperate clit. He curled his tongue around it and shooting waves of pleasure crashed over me, so strongly I saw stars.

“C-Caivid.” My voice didn’t sound like my own, and he groaned loudly in response. I could feel that groanlike a vice of bliss in my stomach. It made me buck against him without thought.

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