Page 18 of First Comes Orc, Second Comes Baby
Brahnt kissed her shoulder, trailing fingertips down her back before slapping her ass once, hard.
She leaned against the sink as Brahnt turned on the shower then beckoned, his eyes still hot and glittering.
“I'm not as young as I used to be,” Brahnt said, “but give me a minute.”
Charlotte blinked at him, staring.
Brahnt smiled. “You didn't think I would be done with you so soon, did you?”
“I don’t know if I can take much more.”
“Oh, you can. You will.” Brahnt approached and stopped, sliding his arm around Charlotte to cup her ass and pull her against him. “Unless you want to use your safe word?”
“I never lose a game of chicken.”
“Hmm. Maybe you’ll lose to me.”
Charlotte stepped under the warm spray of the shower, leaning her hands against the wall and lowering her head, closing her eyes. Oh my god, there was almost nothing better than a warm shower on abused muscles.
He moved behind her, his hands on her hips, sliding up to cup her breasts. Brahnt kissed the side of Charlotte’s neck, then one hand slipped back down between her thighs. He flicked her clit, erection pressed in the crease of her ass.
“I said I wasn't done with you yet,” Brahnt said, and she obligingly arched her back, rising just a little on her toes as Brahnt positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. . .then slid in, sheathing himself.
She moaned, Brahnt's hot breath on her neck as the Orc fucked and stroked her, bracing his free hand against the wall next to hers, his other digging into her hip.
Charlotte met each thrust, needing more of the pleasure, more of the burning fullness. Teeth sank into the side of her neck and Brahnt held on, hips plunging faster and faster.
Their cries echoed in the bathroom, mingling with the harsh breathing and the fall of water against the tile and Charlotte came, hard, her body tightening and pulsing around his cock.
Brahnt hooked two fingers inside her mouth, almost gripping her by the jaw in a dominant, possessive gesture.
She licked his fingers as the Orc growled, then once again flooded Charlotte’s pussy with a rivulet of cream.
Charlotte sank against the shower wall, trembling, braced on her forearms to keep her knees from collapsing.
“Not done with you yet,” Brahnt growled.
Oh. My. God.
7
She hadn't slept much,and not just because Brahnt had the stamina of an over-caffeinated bull. Charlotte had always thought her own focus was well developed—except when it came to multi-tasking, of course—but Brahnt took it to a whole ‘nother level.
He fucked like every orgasm was a winning lottery ticket and he lived in a trailer park. Like if he didn’t eat the last bite of Ramen, someone else would snatch it and run chortling into the dark night.
But clearly, from the thread count of these sheets, Brahnt and poverty had never run in the same social circles.
“Good morning,” the Orc murmured, settling on the edge of the bed. He held a cup of coffee in his hand. “I wasn't certain if you drink tea or coffee.”
“I don't discriminate,” Charlotte said, sitting up with a vague wish for more pillows, maybe an extra blanket. “I’m equal opportunity caffeine.”
Brahnt smiled a little, handing her the cup, and Charlotte wrapped her hands around it, inhaling.
Strong, black, enough to wake up a girl who'd been fucked so good all night long she'd gotten about fifteen minutes of sleep.
She took a sip, then cleared her throat.
Brahnt watched. “I can bring you sugar and cream if you like.”
