Page 52 of My Ogre Husband
“Oh, you like that?” he asks mischievously. “Your whole pussy tightened up.”
“I do,” I moan. “I do.”
He fucks me until I’m shivering, my arms collapsed on the bed and my ass up in the air, my skin stinging in the most wonderful way.
“Fill me up, please,” I beg, almost at my breaking point. I reach down to run my finger over my clit because otherwise, my budding orgasm might consume me alive.
Egorr makes a noise that’s almost a snarl as the sensation makes all my muscles clench.
“Yes,” he grunts. “Touch yourself, Maddie. Come around me.”
So I do, frantically fingering myself while he fucks me harder and harder. What sends me over the edge is Egorr’s moan as his cock fattens up inside me, and he sinks deeper than ever, his huge balls slapping my hand with each thrust.
Like some kind of magic trick, we come at the same time, the sound of our pleasure mingling in the air. He thrusts hard once more, filling me up, until his hot cum is dripping down my thighs.
When he slides out of me, Egorr sweeps me up into his arms and carries me to the shower.
“We’d best get you cleaned up,” he says with a smirk.
I giggle. “Aren’t you going to be late for work?”
“Fuck ’em.”
After a thorough, rather sexy shower, he does eventually leave for work, but not before pulling me into his arms so he can kiss me, hard and firm. On his way out the door, I swat his perfect butt.
“You’re taking me out to dinner tonight,” I say. “We have some matters to discuss.”
With an arched eyebrow and a silly grin, Egorr nods agreeably and heads off to work.
* * *
I put on my cutest dress, a pair of heels, and even my favorite gold earrings. Then I curl my hair and sweep it up into an intentionally messy bun with ringlets trailing down. I’m waiting at the table when Egorr comes home, and he freezes at the door when he sees me.
“Oh, wow.” He takes a few steps toward me like he’s not sure he believes it. “You’re hot.”
I flick a curl over my shoulder and grin. “So are you. Now get dressed, I’m starving!”
With a kiss on my forehead, Egorr quickly changes into something fancier, too, and then we’re off.
I’m impatient to start our conversation. We shared some sweet words last night, but I want to know what it all really means—if he’s saying what I think he’s saying. So the moment our wine is poured and our orders are taken by the two-headed dragon in a suit and tie, I reach across the table and take Egorr’s hand.
“I want you to be as clear and straightforward with me as possible,” I say.
Egorr furrows his brow. “Of course.”
“Do you want to get married?” My voice sounds a little less confident than I intended. “Like, for real?”
He blinks, then tilts his head. “Yes? I meant everything I said last night, Maddie. I want a life with you. Forever. I love you.”
I take a few deep breaths so I don’t cry again. Egorr looks worried. “Good. Okay. Because… because I love you, too.” I inhale sharply. “And I wanted to make sure you meant it.”
“Is that what you want, too?”
“Yes!” I bring my voice down when a few other patrons turn to stare at us. “Yes, I absolutely do.” Then I lean forward to whisper. “But just so you know, I do have more clothes. We’re going to need at least one more dresser.”
The smile on Egorr’s face is the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. He gets up out of his chair, then kneels in front of me. Everyone in the restaurant turns to stare, and I can feel when my entire face blooms with red.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
