Page 66 of Pursued By the Orc
Fuck. She likes being mine.
Nothing had ever felt as good as her acceptance of our mating. Butthis. This would be the cherry on top. Marking a mate wassomething I’d dreamed of for years.
As soon as I’d met Emma, I’d scoped her neck for areas where I could mark her. I’d zeroed in on the spot I’d wanted almost immediately. It called to me. Beckoned me with each second we’d spent together.
Now I was going to be able to do it. With a low groan, I ducked my head, laving the area and her pussy clenched so hard around me my eyes crossed.
She’d come once already, just from me sliding into her and stretching her tight pussy with my cock. My female was a sensitive one. I thanked all the Gods for that, because I already knew that I wasn’t going to last long inside of her. I hadn’t even moved yet and I was on the edge.
I clutched her hip bone, tugging her closer to me, groaning low in my throat at the feel of her. She was wrecking me with her body. Ruining me for anything else in the world that felt pleasurable.
She was destroying me and building me back into a new orc. A better orc.
“Please,” she whimpered against my temple and that was all the urging I needed. I didn’t even have a choice.
Whatever she wanted from me, she could have it. Pulling out of her wasn’t pretty, but I did. My gasp was a breath of pure frustration. I hated it. Being inside of her was pure pleasure and being without her left me bereft.
She hated it too, I could tell. Her grimace and her hands tugging at me, gripping my ass in a way that told meno,was a ray of heaven. But I couldn’t do it like this.
If I had to mark my female, I would do it right. She needed to be pinned under me, under my control, or I would accidentally hurt her to get her that way in the middle of things. My instincts would take over and I didn’t want to lose control. Not with her.Neverwith her.
I wanted to make her come four more times before I did, but I didn’t know if I could. It would be a goal for another time. I was being as kind as I could for now.
My hands shook as I laid her on the bed. She blinked up at me, soft and pliable after her orgasm. I stared down at her, unable to believe that this gorgeous female was mine. She was splayed open, naked and bare to me, her legs parted so I could see her perfect, puffy pussy.
“Fuck, Zemar. You... Fuck,” I muttered incoherently. My jaw was tense as I wanted to explore every single inch of her, but there wasn’t enough time. “Can I kiss you?”
My mouth was hovering just a few inches about her lips and her smile was sweet and beautiful. So accepting of everything. Of me.
She pressed her hands down my nape and arched into me, kissing me with a gentleness that I felt inside my chest. It was slow, warm and achingly careful. She touched me like I was so precious to her.
I was inside her less than a minute ago. I’d been so deep inside of her that I’d almost come. But now there was the gentlest sliding of our lips and tongues. I nibbled on her, holding her chin, then the back of her head, and my heart is singing for her.
I am so in love with this female that she could ask me for my life and I’d give it to her without question.
“I love kissing you,” I sighed into her mouth. “Zemar, I want to kiss you everywhere.”
I moved back, licking my lips as I peered down her body. “Can I kiss your pussy?” I asked her, and I watched shock and embarrassment spread across her face. She covered her face with her hands, and I shook my head.
“Just for a minute,” I pleaded, waiting for her answer, praying and hoping that she would tell me yes. This was my new favorite thing. The taste of her was sublime.
If I could, I would eat her for dessert every day for the rest of our lives.
“One minute, please,” I begged, running my tusks over her skin, marking her with my scent. I rubbed them over her breasts, her throat, her stomach as I made my way slowly down her body. If she said no, I would never, but I was hopeful that I could take a little time for this one indulgence.
She gave a little giggle and nodded, her hands still covering her face, but that was all the permission I needed. I had her legs spread and over my shoulders before she could change her mind.
And then I was lost to the taste of her. The smell of her. Thefeelof her soft pussy, the slickness of it. The ambrosia down the back of my throat whenever I swallowed. There was nothing else like this in the world.
I groaned with each lick and she bucked under me, trembling as she cupped her breasts, squeezing them while I licked and sucked. Her hips arched and I had to hold her down, carrying her through her pleasure.
It definitely lasted more than a minute. I lost track of time as I ate her, but her shaking thighs and cries gave her away. Her pussy spasmed around my thrusting tongue and I sucked on her clit as she came hard under me.
Just as she was coming down from her first orgasm, I slid two fingers inside of her. Her hips bucked over, because it wasnotover. I wasnotdone with her.
My entire world spun as she came again, screaming to the ceiling. I had to reach under myself with my free hand, gripping the base of my cock and squeezing hard to stop myself from coming. My fingers were still inside her when I looked up at her, soft and earnest. “Thank you,” I murmured, pressing a final kiss to her pussy, so grateful she’d given me this.
“I’m pretty sure,” she croaked, before clearing her throat. “I’mpretty sure I should be thankingyou.”
