Page 32 of The Orc's Innocent Plaything

I was ready to come, but I wouldn’t, despite what myKteerurged. Instead, I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her off my cock, until my lips were inches from her.

“What do ye want, Myra?”

“I want to come,” she whispered, her hips gyrated in my hold. “Please.”

Grinning, I caught her lips in mine, even as I wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place. I slid my hand down one thigh, wrapping my fingers around her calf and lifting her leg.

As my tongue teased her, teaching her what my cock would one day do to her, I backed up until my arse rested against the boulders and I could rest her foot on one of the underwater rocks.

I slid my hand back up her leg and didn’t even tease her inner thigh. I knew she was ready for me, I could feel it in her responses to me. Under the water, I cupped her mound, feeling her wet heat despite the water, and pulled my lips from hers.

“I’m going to use my fingers, Myra. Ye’re going to take them up yer cunny like my good little human pet, aye?”

She didn’t answer, but moaned and arched into my hold. So I made my tone sterner.

“Ye need to tell me, lass, if ye’re uncomfortable. I want ye to say the words.”

I was teaching her, after all.

“Please, Vartok,” she moaned. “Please use yer fingers to fook my cunny.”

Malla the Beginner!How’d I get so lucky in a Mate?

She’s no’ yer Mate, she’s just yer student.

Aye, focus on the here and now.

The first finger to slide along her cleft, then slip inside her, had us both groaning with pleasure. I knew my fingers were thicker than hers, so I would start her small. As I curled my finger inside her, I used the pad of my thumb to press against her clitoris, the bud of her pleasure where I knew she preferred pressure.

When Myra began to rock against my hand, her breathing coming harshly, I knew she was ready.

“Such a good lass. Letting me stretch yer perfect cunny to take me. Ye can take another finger, can ye no’?”

“Please,” she whined, and I chuckled, easing another finger inside her.

With my two middle fingers within her quivering channel, I could spread her lips with my other fingers while brushing against her clitoris with my thumb. I nuzzled her neck, murmuring words of encouragement.

“Vartok!” she gasped, and I knew she was ready.

“There’s a sensitive spot ye dinnae ken about, lass,” I explained, curling my fingers inside her, my callused fingertips brushing against the rough patch behind her bud.

For certes, she gasped and jerked in my hold.

“Again, pet,” I whispered as I stroked that spot again.

Her inner muscles tightened around me, her whole body going still.

“Out here, nae one can hear ye scream. When ye come, Myra, remember that.”

I felt her wide-eyed gaze on me as I stroked her a third time.

And her climax burst over her.

“Vartok!” she blurted, her hips bucking as she came around my fingers.

Groaning in pleasure, I buried my face against her hair, marveling at the way her cunny clutched at me, trying to milk my fingers. In that moment, I wanted naught more than to plunge my cock inside her, to claim her, as myKteerdemanded.

But I would not.

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