Page 53 of The Orc's Sweetheart
I only have time to push my arms through the sleeves before he’s carrying me bridal style out the front door and into the dark night.
“The office. It’s a mess,” I say as I quickly shut the door behind us, bouncing in his arms as he damn near breaks into a run down the hill.
“I’ll come back early in the morning to fix it,” Bodin says, his voice ragged between sharp breaths. “I couldn’t care any less right now, Tilly. I’ve never needed anyone as much as I need you tonight. If I don’t get inside you within the next minute, I might spontaneously combust.”
Behind us, the lights from town fade into the distance as Bodin’s feet pound against the hard ground, plunging us into a starlit bubble of privacy. The only other sound out here accompanying our harsh, lust-laden breaths is the crashing of waves in the distance.
I rake my hands into his hair and pull his head toward me, then lick his neck before biting down on his earlobe. Placing my lips against his ear, I whisper huskily, “I would say that sounds dramatic, but I understand exactly what you mean. Ditto to all of what you said.”
Bodin’s arms tighten around me, his calluses scraping against the underside of my thighs. “If you keep that up, I’m going to fuck you right here in the field.”
I shrug, the idea not sounding bad to me at all. “Yes, please.”
Bodin’s gait slows a fraction and my senses go on pleasure-seeking alert. “Don’t challenge me right now, Tilly. I’ll either run home with you balanced on my cock, or shove you onto your hands and knees right here.”
“Both of those sound equally fun,” I tease, and bite down on his trapezius muscle, dragging my short nails down his naked chest. Knowing that Bodin wants me as much as I want him is like a shot of confidence straight into my veins.
“Fuck. I can’t wait.” Bodin looks left and right, then veers toward a rock formation next to the path. He swings my legs down and wraps them around his waist, walking me backward until my spine presses against the smooth stone.
“Give me your cock, Bodin. Fuck me. Right here,” I demand, pulling his shirt up and over my head as he keeps me securely in his arms.
“Yes, that’s my beautiful girl. Look at these tits of yours.” Bodin bends down and sucks one nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth against the hard bud before laving the sting with his tongue as I moan and rock against him.
Reaching one hand down, Bodin drops his pants and guides his cock toward my bare pussy. The moment his fat head kisses my slick heat, I grind down, taking him to the first ridge.
“More,” I pant, squeezing my pussy muscles around the portion inside of me.
Bodin focuses all his attention on my expressions, reading every minute cue in the hazy moonlight as he slowly pushes in, filling me ridge by ridge, piercing by piercing.
I claw at his back, his neck, pant, whimper, moan until our pelvises finally rest against each other and his full length is inside me. Bodin leans his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my lips as my pussy adjusts to his size.
Underneath my fingertips, his muscles are rigid with self-restraint, not daring to move until he gets my permission.
Knowing that I hold this wonderful male’s heart in my hands is the most precious gift I’ll ever be given. I’ll do my best to never disappoint or hurt him. But right now, I need him to fuck me, properly.
I rock my hips, trying to bounce on his cock. “Bodin, please move. Fuck me. Hard.”
“I’ll fuck you, but I’m not going hard. Not our first time.”
“I don’t break that easily.”
“I’d rather not try.”
“I’d rather you do.”
“Let’s see how much you can take first.”
Bodin pulls back slowly before thrusting in all the way to the hilt. Goose bumps skitter across my skin and my mouth falls open. The feel of his piercings, his ridges, dragging against my G-spot is better than any dildo I’ve ever used.
“Again,” I breathe.
Bodin repeats the motion and slams back a little harder, making me bounce on his cock with a moan.
“Yes. More.”
My hips meet Bodin’s thrusts as they increase, getting harder and faster, my moans growing louder, unrestrained, as his grunts echo around the field.
Suddenly, Bodin’s body stills. “No. No, no, no, no,” he practically sobs. “Arran is on his way. Probably going to get his blood from The Bandaged Heart now.”
