Page 16 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

And me? I was ready to spill again.

“Answer me,” I ground out. “Ye like strength.”

Her dark eyes flew open and, glazed with desire, met mine across the room.

“Aye,” she breathed.

“Ye likemystrength, Myra.”

“Aye,” she moaned.

“I want ye to come for me.” I nodded to her cunny. “Touch yerself the way ye want me to touch ye, pretty little human, and come for me.”

She shook her head, too frantically, too adamantly.

But I held her gaze and nodded.

“I’m in control, remember? I want ye to come for me.”

Her lips parted, and I could see her cheeks darken as her climax approached.

“And I want to watch ye come. Dinnae hide that sweet cunny from me.”

Myra wouldn’t be Myra if she didn’t push back against my control.

“You—” she panted. One of her brows rose, even as her palm ground against her clitoris. “You first.”

Is that what it would take?

Well, I was nothing if not an expert when it came to fooking my own hand.

“Watch me, my sweet little plaything,” I murmured, tipping my head toward my cock. “Watch me stroke my cock, thinking of ye. Should I tell ye how often I’ve done this? I did it earlier today, after ye came to ask for me help. I imagined yer mouth on my skin, I imagined my mouth onyerskin.”

My breath hesitated as my release approached, and her eyes grew wide as she ground herself against her palm, her arousal dripping over her hand and down her thighs.

“I thought of the sounds ye’d make, Myra, when I made ye come the first time,” I confessed in a ragged whisper. “I thought of ye, and I fooked myself. Like this.”

“Like this,” she rasped.

“And when I came—” I gasped as my orgasm overtook me.

I arched with a groan as I spilled, spurt after spurt of pale green cum painting mythigh and knee.

Panting, I continued to stroke myself, spreading my spend across my still-erect cock, my eyes locked on her.

“And when I came, I picturedyerskin painted in my seed.”

Myra had stiffened, her wide-eyed gaze on my dripping cock.

“Vartok,” she whispered as the scent of her climax spilled through the room.

When I’d imagined the sounds she made when I made her come for the first time? I never expected her to whisper my name so reverently.

It was everything I could do to stop from throwing myself to my knees in front of her, worshipping her the way the gods intended.

She’s only here to learn about pleasure. Naught more.

Aye.

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