Page 32 of My Ogre Husband
“I think I have an idea,” I hum, relishing the feel of him getting hard for me. “We could do something about it, if you want.”
I tilt my head back to look at him, and Egorr’s eyes are wide.
“Are you sure?” he asks, a surprising shyness in his voice. “I don’t want to push you after… you know.”
On the contrary, maybe some intimacy between us would be healing. I want to feel close again in more ways than one. I want to show Egorr how much I care about him.
I roll over in his lap so I’m facing his chest, then slide down until I’m kneeling between his thighs. Already he’s tenting his sweatpants, and they do nothing to hide the massive shape of him underneath.
“Your cock blows my mind,” I say, rubbing a hand across it over the fabric. Egorr’s nostrils flare.
“You like it?” He sounds uncertain.
I lower my lashes and wrap my hand as far around it as I can, given the barrier between us. “I love it.”
He takes a sharp breath and shakes his head, like he doesn’t believe me. Egorr’s never been shy about his body, but I do get the sense he’s a little self-conscious after what he told me.What beautiful human wants an ogre?
Well, this one does, for starters. And I’m going to show him just how much.
I loop my fingers in the band of his sweatpants and, taking care with how hard he is, pull them down. Egorr shifts to allow them off, his eyes growing even bigger as I fully expose him to the air, shoving the pants all the way down to his ankles. I drag a hand over his rounded belly to the thick hair between his legs, where that impressive cock of his juts out toward me. The tip is already glistening, and a wicked smile crosses my face.
I’m going to make this ogre moan for me.
I stick my tongue out, licking off that bead of cum, and Egorr gasps. I love how responsive he is to every touch, so I run a finger down the immense length of him, just giving him a taste. His cock twitches under my hand, and when I look up, he’s watching me intently, eyes wide.
With a smirk, I wrap my fingers around the thick base of him, and his eyelids flutter. It only takes a few strokes to work him up even more, another droplet of cum spilling out, then another. I smear it all over his cockhead for additional lubrication, roaming up and down him even faster as he rewards me.
“Maddie,” Egorr mumbles, his belly tightening and flexing with every pump of my hand. “Ah—that’s so good.”
I haven’t even fucked him with my mouth yet and he’s already whimpering my name. Guess it’s time to blow his mind.
Pulling his foreskin back, I lean down and sweep my tongue across the soft head of his cock, earning a surprised gasp, then again and again until Egorr’s hips are rising up off the couch. I swirl my tongue all around it, licking up each new salty drip he has to offer me.
“Your cock is perfect,” I tell him, just before I bring the entire thing between my lips. Egorr opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a moan as I sink him deep into my mouth. Just to really shock him to his core, I relax my throat and continue bringing him in, until he’s literally too thick for me to take anymore.
Egorr lets out a heavy breath. “Oh, fuck.” I would smile if my mouth weren’t full of dick, knowing I made him swear.
Keeping my teeth tucked behind my lips, which is difficult to do when you’re trying to deep throat something the size of a water bottle, I slide him back out again, keeping both hands moving. Egorr groans, and I’m immensely pleased at the variety of completely un-self-conscious sounds he’s making for me. One of his hands lands on my head, and I pop my lips off his crown.
“You can grab my hair if you want.” To encourage him, I give him a wicked smile and slide him in deep again. Egorr doesn’t hesitate to bury his fingers in my hair, and then with an almost comical gentleness, he tugs on it, encouraging me onward. Keeping my amusement to myself, I let him move my head in his own rhythm, showing me what speed he likes best.
It’s when I drop one of my hands to encircle his balls that Egorr really starts to let loose. He jerks against my mouth, his hand tightening in my hair. With a force I don’t think he realizes he’s applying, he shoves me back down on his cock, and I manage to tamp down my gag reflex just in time. I work his balls at the same time as the shaft, letting myself fully fall into him, into pleasuring him, into earning those lovely sounds of pleasure from his lips.
That’s when I have a wicked idea.
I lean back and pull off his cock, and Egorr raises his head, blinking a few times as if he was in a daze. I scoot up, so my hips are planted firmly between his thighs, then yank off my shirt.
Egorr stares at me. “Maddie?”
Without answering, I shed my bra next, until I’m tits-out in front of him. Then I lean down, and holding my breasts apart, I slide his cock between them.
Egorr’s mouth falls open as I squeeze them upward, then down again in a rolling motion, and he’s still slick enough that he travels easily through them. Then I tilt my chin down as far as I can and lick the head of his cock.
“You’re incredible,” Egorr whispers as I lean over him, giving him the boob job of my life. Now he’s leaking everywhere, and I love just how much cum he makes for me. I use it to lube him up further. “Oh, fuck, Maddie. Ah!” He’s struggling to keep his eyes on me as I pleasure him. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe it.”
I squeeze him harder between my breasts. “Believe it.”
Slowing down, I bring him into my mouth again, getting him soaking wet before resuming my boob attack. His lips part, and his head falls back.
