Page 52 of Pursued By the Orc
“Emma,” he whispered.
I reached inside the slit of his boxers to cup him. As soon as my fingers touched him, I watched his nostrils flare.
“Can I?” I asked, even though I was already touching him.
His short, curt nod would have made me laugh if I wasn’t too breathless to muster it.
“This is—” he started, but then shook his head. “Fuck.”
He’s hot and huge. Closing his eyes, he arched his neck before looking at me again with a half-warning, half-pleading expression.
I moved to sit on his knees, and his cock spasmed in my grip as I leaned over.
“Emma,” he gasped, his voice even deeper than usual. “What are you...”
I started with a lick at the head, thorough but delicate. He was smooth and warm against my tongue, and almost immediately I was impatient for more of him. I tossed my hair so it wasn’t in the way and sealed my lips around him as best as I could, hoping my jaw wouldn’t give out as I tried. I gave one gentle suck, followed by a second.
I heard a growl. Then the sound of something ripping. I peer up, noticing that Krusk’s hands were fisted in the sheet. He’d just torn through it.
“Stop,” he pleaded, but the word was mixed with an order.
My brow furrowed and I stopped, pulling away with confusion and embarrassment. “You don’t like it?” I asked, even though I saw the sheen of sweat on his skin, the way the strong male was trembling under me.
Inspired by him, I tightened my grip around his length and I was certain I could hear his teeth grinding. His skin was molten hot
“We can’t do this. Not the first time,” he murmured. “We have to do it in a way that won’t have me losing control.”
I pressed a soft, lingering kiss at the base. He inhaled once, audibly, from his nose. “So what you’re saying is...” I whispered, giving another swipe of my tongue. “You don’t want to come?”
“I—” he swallowed hard before licking his lips and when he met my gaze in the dim light, a shot of lust zipped straight to my chest.
“I want to make it about you,” he murmured, and I could see his honesty there. How much he cared.
I grinned at him before running my teeth up his length to take the head in my mouth again.
“AndIwant to make it aboutyou,” I told him.
This time, he seemed to just give in. His hand slides through my hair, cupping the back of my skull, and for a second he kept me there, pulling me closer.
He pressed me against him until I felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I allowed it, enjoying the feeling of him losing control. His sweet and salty flavor that I couldn’t describe if someone held a gun to my head.
His thighs were trembling next to my head and he gave a low moan and helplessly tugged at my hair to get me to take more and deeper. I was enjoying myself immensely, wondering if I needed to start doing daily jaw exercises when suddenly, everything was upside down.
I was dragged up his body, flipped on my back and pinned to the bed in seconds. One of his hands was holding both of my wrists pinned above my head, and when I looked up I found Krusk caging me in.
The first thing I noticed was the panic in his eyes and then I noticed my response to what just happened. I hadn’t been bothered. In fact, I was preening.
This little display from the male that I trusted completely just showed how close he was to coming. And the relief of his groan against my neck told me that he was glad he managed to stave it off.
“Emma,” he gasped. His tone was laced with command.
“What?” I asked, licking my lips as a show.
“I’m going to be in charge now,” he told me, as if he was very sorry, but that was what was going to happen.
I grinned at him, tilting my head. “Wasn’t it good?”
His disbelieving laugh made me preen some more.
