Page 38 of The Orc's Sweetheart
I look down at her, appreciating her flushed cheeks and red-lined tits. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Matilda Williams.”
Her color deepens to a crimson hue, but she doesn’t shy away from my blatant staring. “So are you, Bodin Terral. Now show me your cock, I’d like to return the favor.”
“I’m not fucking you today, Matilda,” I warn her. “I want to take my time with you.”
“There are other things we can do,” she suggests. “It’s my medical opinion that it’s highly unhealthy to be walking around with a raging boner all day.”
“That’s the official medical term too?” I ask, my cock definitely raging at me right now.
“Of course,” Tilly says simply and shrugs off her cardigan. “Now, would you like my hands, my tits, or my mouth?”
“Fuuuuck,” I groan and rub a hand down my face, only for it to smell like Tilly, making my cock twitch with renewed vigor.
“I won’t last long,” I tell her, a bit embarrassed that I’m already so worked up. But looking at her sitting on the table with that pink dress bunched around her waist, and her top half carrying my marks, has me desperate for her.
“It really doesn’t matter to me. I only care about your health,” she says with a one-shoulder shrug.
“In that case…” I grab Tilly’s thighs and pull her to the edge of the table. “I want your tits.”
Tilly nods with a satisfied smile and watches me closely as I undo my belt, and slowly lower my pants. I reach into my underwear and palm my hard cock, running my thumb up the thick ridges and pausing on every second piercing.
“Show me,” Tilly says.
I drop my underwear obediently, and grip my hard cock while I wait for her reaction.
“Yesss,” Tilly breathes excitedly, and sits up to get a closer look. “That is one very impressive cock, Bodin.”
Her clear desire for me bolsters my ego and I stand up straighter. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” I ask, as arrogant as I dare be.
Tilly reaches forward and pauses on a barbell piercing through one of my ridges. “Is this a frenum ladder? How many do you have?” she asks, then audibly sucks back excess saliva.
Is she literally drooling over my cock? Better give her something to do with that spit.
“Eight, one on each ridge,” I answer, then hold my cock right in front of her face. “Spit on my cock, Matilda.”
Tilly lowers her head and I hiss out a breath as she kisses the dark, flared tip. She licks her way down every ridge, tonguing each piercing, until she reaches the base of my cock. She pulls back her hair so I can see exactly what she’s doing as she gathers spit in her mouth and slowly drags her mouth back up, coating my cock in her saliva. Then, she reaches out a hand and wraps it around my girth, watching my face as she applies more pressure.
I suck in a breath, my balls drawing tight, then gently lean her back down, hooking her legs around my hips. “Hold your tits together for me, sweetheart,” I instruct, my voice hoarse with need.
Tilly pushes her dress down lower on her waist, and discards her bra completely, throwing it on the ground before she shoves her tits together.
“What a pretty picture you make,” I say as I lean over her and lodge my cock between her full tits. “You know I’ve been dreaming of this? Ever since that first day you arrived on the island in that white little top of yours. Not to talk about the purple dress you wore to karaoke night.”
Tilly moans at the compliments and I make a mental note to tell her every day how beautiful she is.
“They’re your titties to fuck now. Give me my pearl necklace, please sir,” she purrs. The words almost have me feral, but I hold on to that last bit of sense before I completely give over to my inner beast.
I thrust forward once to test the grip, then position my hands on top hers, squeezing her tits tighter together. Satisfied, I brace one hand next to her head as she holds her tits in place the way I need them, then I give her a few shallow thrusts.
Tilly’s mouth falls open and she stares up at me with unfiltered hunger and I thrust faster. Seeing her be into this as much as I am, has my balls drawing up sooner than I expected. “I’m going to come,” I huff.
“Come on me, please. Paint me,” Tilly says, eyes riveted on my swollen cock.
I grip the base and roar my release as ropes of cum spurt from the tip, coating Tilly’s chest and neck with my cum. I stare at my new favorite painting as I try to get my breathing under control, but Tilly isn’t done. She runs one finger through the river of cum gathered between her tits, and brings it to her mouth.
“Don’t you dare, Matilda,” I warn, astonished that she wants totaste me so badly.
Ignoring me, Tilly sucks her finger into her mouth and moans loudly. “This is so good. It tastes like… like… I need to taste more so I can place the flavor. Why didn’t they include this in our textbooks?”
