Page 64 of Pursued By the Orc
Thank the Gods for his shoulders to hold on to, because my knees were about to give out. They were weak with the rasp of his voice and his stubble on my skin. Abrading it.
Gods, I hope he leaves marks. All over me.
I wanted everyone to know I belonged to him. Even if I hadn’t told a single other soul. I wanted them all to look at us andknow.
And thank the Gods for his hands, too. One of them slid under my shirt. I’d never,everconsidered myself to be dainty in any way, but it somehow manages to cover my entire torso, and his thumb... it’s brushing against the underside of my breast and—Oh.
He licked the pulse in the hollow of my throat, and I hear myself whimper. It’s as if the pleasure is making me hyper aware of every inch of my skin.
“So fucking soft, too,” he groaned, the rumble of his voice vibrating against my skin. His breath was hot in my ear, and I shivered. “I dreamed you would be. When I was all alone on Hellplane, I’d hoped and prayed for you. To be soft, but strong. The Gods couldn’t have crafted a more perfect female for me than if I’d done it myself.” His words were a gruff admission, but they were the balm I needed to any self-conscious part of me.
I was perfect to him.Me.
He released me for a fraction of a second and every single cell inside my body revolted at that fact.
No, please stay!
But he was just adjusting me. His hand pressed on my lower stomach, angling my hips until they were angled backward while I heard a zipper. The sound was louder than our raspy breaths in the otherwise quiet bedroom.
Then his hand goes to my lower back, angling me forward. The snap of cloth against my skin made me hiss but it was nothing compared to the sensation of skin against skin. Wet, hot andperfect.
Air rushed out of my lungs in a sharp breath.
“Okay?” he asked, soft yet deafening in the silence, and I nodded urgently. I gripped his shoulders again, wanting—noneeding—to grind against something.Anything. But preferablyhis thick cock.
He slid his hand down to my ass again, cupping it, but under my skirt now. Angling his finger just right, he slid a finger under my panties and parted my folds. One single finger. And usually with this little foreplay, I wouldn’t be wet at all.
But just hisvoicemade me leak for him. I could feel how wet I was for him. I couldhearhow wet I was. The slick slide of skin against skin. My own body already ready to come.
“You can’t imagine the things I’ve thought about doing to you,” he groaned against my ear, and I panted out a response because I could barely breath.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
“Later,” he promised, fully focused on me. “When I can act out every single fucking one of them.”
Just when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter, he says something like that.
And I wanted to respond to him. I wanted to tell him everything thatI’dimagined too, but I could barely remember my own name.
“Off,” he demanded, and I nodded, but he just yanked my panties harder, the seams ripping before he tossed it across the room. “Good girl,” he purred. And I gasped.
Did he just say that? To me?
But I couldn’t ask him to repeat himself, because he was clearly quite a bit distracted with everything happening under his palms. His hand moved along my inner thigh, his long, thick fingers gripping the soft skin of my ass again now that it was bare.
He was softly biting into the flesh of my shoulder while his fingers dug into me and I wondered almost deliriously if he would bite into myasslike that later. As if it was a piece of ripe fruit. He touched me as though he already knew my body foryears.
He growled down at my breasts, making me smile, before—in a flash—my shirt and bra are ripped off as well. I scowled, wondering if I should admonish him for damaging the clothes that I’d scrimped and saved to buy.
In the next heartbeat, he tugged me down again, our chests pressed against each other. His fully dressed and mine deliciously bare. One of his hands tightened sweetly around my hip and I decide that I could forgive him for his aggression to my clothing if this was the reward.
Between my thighs, I felt something being adjusted, and I frowned until my mouth popped open in surprise. This fully clothed orc had unclothedonlyhis cock, pressing the huge head against my pussy.
“Okay?” he asked again, reassuring us both with his question, because I’dneverdone something like this. Laid myself bare in front of a male while he was still fully covered. Except for the part of him that he needed to get the job done.
It’s so fucking hot.
I nodded, not able to answer him. Then suddenly, there was friction and my vision was blurred around the edges.
