Page 73 of The Orc Outcast's Conquest

He pulled away and the satisfaction in his expression made her realize he had no idea she’d been trying to deepen the kiss.

“Have you made out with someone else before?” Miranda asked, to quell the embarrassing snap of rejection.

“Made out?”

“Kissed.” She would have elaborated, but a shake of his head stopped her dead. “What? You’ve never kissed anyone else?”

He scowled. “No.”

Oh, shit. That shouldn’t have made her as giddy as it did. “Are you... I mean, have you um...” He narrowed his eyes, waiting. “Are you a virgin, too?”

He snapped to attention. “I am not. You are?”

Miranda recoiled. Her face was so hot she was certain it could rival the fire. He’d been with another woman? When? What was she like? What did they do together?

“Miranda,” he pressed, when she didn’t immediately respond.

“What? Oh, yeah. I mean, technically. I haven’t had sex with anyone before. You... have?”

If he noticed her displeasure, he didn’t let on. “Yes. I have. What do you mean by ‘technically’?”

She pushed her negative emotions aside and mumbled. “I’ve gone out on dates and stuff. Made out with a few people.”

Govek’s deep growl made her shiver.

“You have not had a male between your legs?” he asked, clearly unaffected by the intimate question, even as it threatened to make Miranda disintegrate.

“You had your fingers there.”

He rumbled. “That does not count.”

She squirmed, heated by his voice. “Will how I answer change things?”

He paused, considering. She held her breath. “No. I will take you regardless. It would only change the ferocity with which I rut you.”

She quivered. “Oh, god. Govek you can rut me as ferociously as you want.” Hot damn, that’s exactly what she wanted from him.

His eyes bulged before he dragged a hand over his face. “Donottempt me, woman. I could cause you great pain from this act.”

Miranda became acutely aware of their difference in size. Of the thick lines of muscles in his thighs. Of that massive bulge in his tight underwear. Her thighs clenched, aching.

“I do not wish to harm you, Miranda,” he said earnestly before leaning away from her. “And my control is slipping by the moment. You must give me space?—”

She raked a hand up his thigh before clasping it around the swell of his cock with no preamble. Miranda was absolutely not going to be giving him space. Her lack of experience made her clumsy, but she gave into her urges, anyway.

She’d never touched a real cock before and she hadn’t expected it to be any different from her toys, but Govek was so much hotter, harder. She traced the length to the rim of the head, wishing she was brave enough to get his underwear off and touch him without the barrier.

Govek’s breath left him in a brutal hiss that puffed her hair out of her face. He grabbed her wrist so hard it stung, but didn’t push her away like she thought he might.

“You aren’t that big. I’ve taken bigger,” she said and his once clenched shut eyes burst open, making her realize how insulting that was. “Oh god. Sorry, that’s really not what I—you’re plenty big. Perfect, actually. Big has always been my preference and?—”

“Stop,” he begged, moving his hand to clench her fingers. She’d been stroking him and hadn’t noticed. He was shaking, and she gulped at the thought that she might have accidentally hurt him. “Just... stop.Please.”

This was the first time he’d ever told her to be quiet, and she bit the inside of her cheek, searching his face as he yanked his hair.

His breaths were long and heavy before he managed, through the clench of his teeth, “You’ve takenbigger?”

She blinked, fidgeted against his grip. “Do people here not masturbate?”

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