Page 52 of The Orc's Sweetheart
Looking at my bra like anything covering my breasts is a personal offense to him, Bodin reaches for it next, but I quickly sit up before he can rip it too.
“These are expensive. I’ll take it off.” I quickly unclip my bra and throw it on the mess on the ground, before reaching for his shirt.
He bends down for me and lifts his arms, allowing me to pull his shirt off and throw it to the pile. Then I take a minute to really marvel at my male. Bodin’s chest is wide, thickly muscled, and covered in a smattering of coarse black hair. I run reverent hands over his stomach, his pecs, and place a soft kiss in the middle of his torso. “You’re gorgeous”
Bodin puts his hands on top of mine, pressing them down until my blunt nails dig into his flesh, leaving tiny indentations in his skin. “I want you clawing me, Tilly. I want your marks on my body too. Brand me as yours, my love.”
Bodin’s mouth descends on mine, his hands roam all over me, mapping my body like he’s trying to memorize it, kneading my tits, my ass, tugging on my nipples, until I’m a wet, squirming, desperate mess on the desk.
I pull his underwear all the way down, hands shaking with anticipation as I finally free his hard cock. “Mycock,” I say in a husky whisper.
Bodin takes a step back, visibility collecting himself as his chest heaves with deep, controlled breaths. “Show me how wet you are, sweetheart. Open those pretty thighs for me.”
I lean back on my elbows and place my feet on the table, widening my legs so he can see that I’m dripping and ready for him. I feel self-conscious about my stomach for about two seconds until I look into Bodin’s wanton gaze and know he loves me just the way I am.
A growl rumbles up from deep in his chest, growing louder with each second it extends, until finally stopping on a guttural roar. “Mine!”
Three dull knocks thud against a wall somewhere outside and Bodin and I freeze.
I forgot where we are.
I try to close my legs, to hide, but Bodin is already there, covering my entire body with his. He twists his head this way and that as he looks for a threat, narrowing his eyes to slits as he stares at the dark windows, tilting his head to listen for further sounds like someone might be watching us.
Several moments pass where we don’t move, Bodin still alert for threats as our chests press together, our pounding hearts beating in a synchronized rhythm.
Satisfied that we’re alone, Bodin stares down at me with concerned brows pulled low over his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I say breathily, still just as needy as before. I’m painfully aware of his incredibly hard cock against my naked skin, a drop of precum slowly creeping down the inside of my thigh.
My hips tilt up like they’re a dick-seeking missile and Bodin smirks down at me like he has the same idea.
He bites his lip and brushes a thumb across my cheek. “I know we should go back to the cottage because I can’t stand someone seeing or hearing you like this. Not here in the centerof town. But maybe we can try to be quiet? Maybe you can just take the tip? I need you, Tilly.”
“I need you, too. Just the tip. Then we go back home and you can make me scream all night long.”
Bodin pushes up on one arm and stares down the length of our bodies, at the place where his thick cock rests against the inside of my thigh, before looking back at my eyes. I nod encouragingly and open my legs wider.
Fisting his cock in one hand, Bodin guides the flared head through my pussy lips, coating it in my arousal before painting a circle around my clit. The move pulls a loud keening noise from deep inside me and I arch my back, clawing at his shoulders as I try to draw him into my body.
He’s not even entered me yet, but the mere feel of his cock and the thought of the fat tip pushing inside of me, has me near hyperventilating.
Bodin lines himself up perfectly, the arm next to my head visibly vibrating with the last remnants of his control, and he slowly pushes forward into my wet cunt.
He groans as my pussy hugs the wide tip, and I throw my head back with a pleased whimper at the sensation of being stretched around him.
“Yes, Bodin. A little more,” I pant. “Please, just a little more.”
“Fuck, yes” he growls and pushes in another slow inch or two until the first ridge. The feeling of one of his piercings rubbing against the inside of my pussy sends a shock of lust up my spine until it comes out in a breathy moan.
A grouchy voice screams from somewhere outside, “Get a fucking cottage! How many times do we have to say this lately?! We don’t want to hear you have sex in town!”
Bodin’s entire body freezes and my pussy squeezes instinctively around him, not wanting him to go.
Through clenched teeth, Bodin grits out, “Clothes on. Cottage. Now.”
Both of us groan with disappointment as Bodin withdraws, my pussy feeling bereft of what promised to be the best night of her life.
Bodin hauls his underwear and pants up, only doing the single button. Then, he dives for his shirt on the ground and shoves it over my head.
