Page 118 of The Orc Chief's Baker
But then her eyes drifted slightly to a thin scar on his right thigh that was dangerously close to his groin. He’d had many grizzly, deep and life-threatening injuries, but that one was one of the worst. That one haunted him with how close it had come to destroying any chance of bearing a son. Sometimes he could still feel the sharp pain of it, like it had been slashed all over again.
His breath caught in his throat as Trinia dipped.
He felt the heat of her breath first, soothing and hot. Then the press of her lips.
Sweet Fades hertongue.
He let out a quiet groan as pleasure raged through him. His blood caught fire as tingling bliss radiated from his thigh to his groin. His cock pulsed hard with every beat of his frantic heart, and his mind reeled.
He would not be able to hold out. He couldn’t do it! The urge to plunge deep into her and fill her with his cum wasoverpowering.
Her lips brushed away from his thigh and she said low, “Good boy.”
Oh, Fades befucked.
That praise felt like alifeline.
“Hold out for me.”
Blast him back to the depths! His muscles clenched and his skin tingled and his very veins pounded with achingneed.
But he wouldhold. He had to! His woman had given him a command, and he would die before disobeying her.
She wasn’t making it easy. She kissed a path to his lower stomach, licked right under his belly button. His muscles contracted and he let out a hiss.
“Hmm . . . you look so desperate.”
Ahfuck, he was. He wanted her so badly he could taste it on the back of his tongue. His mind felt muddled and raw. His flesh was shivery and damp from the exertion of holding out against her wicked little tongue.
“I think you can handle a little more.”
No, he couldn’t!He couldn’t?—
She positioned herself on her knees, with her mouth right next to his cock. Her cheeks were rosy, eyes were twinkling, and her smile was a gift from the Fades themselves. She was so blasted gorgeous. He lost all his breath.
Oh, sweet mercy, he absolutelywouldhandle more.
“Don’t come, Brovdir. That’s an order.”
Hewould not. He’d die first!
She dipped in low, mouth open, damp tongue extending. The blood in his veins stopped.
She lapped at his cock. Her hot, wet tongue starting from the base of his shaft and going all the way up, up,up!
Jolting waves of pleasure burst from his cock as her tongue flattened over the top, but hedid not come! Hecouldn’t! She’d told him no,no,NO.
“Such a good boy.” Her voice was teasing and low and husky andfuck! He wanted to bottle up that sound and drink it. To make it a part of him. “You’re holding out so well. I can feel your body convulsing. It’s hard, isn’t it? Hard to stop yourself from coming?”
“Ye-es.” His voice didn’t sound like his own.
“Just a little more.” She dipped low and lapped at him again.
The sound he made in the back of his throat didn’t soundreal. Like pure desperation and pleasure twisted into a basalplea. He dug his nails into the box he was seated on and could feel it splintering in his palms.
And then she was gone. Moving away from him. Panic gripped his chest, and he reached out to snatch her arms. He would never let her leave.Never.
Fuck! He was being too rough.
