Page 74 of The Orc Outcast's Conquest

His cock flexed under her hand and pleasure burst in her stomach.

Govek coughed. His grip tightened, but he still didn’t pull her fingers away from his groin. “I... I don’t fuckingknow. I’ve been with one female and she did not share her—fuck, Miranda, are you saying that... that...”

She was so hot she might as well throw herself into the fire at this point. “Oh, come on. It’s not that shocking. I’m a twenty-four-year-old woman with a healthy sex drive. And Earth had lots of toys to play with.”

“Toys?” he choked.

“You know, like... fake cocks and stuff. You can’t blame a girl for messing around, can you?”

Govek’s throat worked in a gulp, but his expression softened, and his eyes closed. A half chuckle, half groan left him, as if he might be trying to imagine it. The tension in her chest eased. “What you describe is considerably more than ‘messing around.’”

She giggled, still half embarrassed. “I guess so.”

He opened his eyes and raked them down her body. His brow arched showing he was incredulous, but the slight quirk of his lips told her he was impressed.

“Turn around, Miranda.”

“Why?” she asked, but he was already forcing her to turn, putting her back to his chest, caging her with his legs like he had in the water. “Why can’t I face?—”

“Can I remove this?” He plucked at the shirt.

She nodded and focused her eyes on his hands. “Are you going to remove the gloves?”

“No,” he almost snapped, and made quick work of the ties on the shirt.

“Why—” Her words cut off in a gasp as he stripped her, making her skin prickle. He tossed the shirt away and pulled her back into him.

He made a thoughtful noise as he traced the edge of the sports bra along the low neckline. Her skin broke out in goosebumps. “How do I remove this?”

It took her a second to realize what he meant. They didn’t have stretch fabric on this planet. She pulled the neckline out away from her breasts to demonstrate.

“Fuck, woman,” Govek snarled into the top of her head. He was tall enough to look over her shoulder and see everything. “The Fades must have taken their sweet time rendering you.”

She laughed at the compliment, giddy.

Govek’s hands moved down from her collarbone to the neckline and stretched it out himself. Taking another long look that made her stomach quiver. He gulped hard and pulled it more.

Embarrassment warred with pleasure and she teased him. “Yeah, I think it could stretch enough to fit you, too.”

“That is not what I was thinking, woman.”

She grinned at his irritation. “We both know you’ve been interested since we talked about you wearing a dress.”

He half snarled, half laughed, and it broke delicious skitters of pleasure down her spine. “Let me show you what I’m really interested in.” His hands dipped under the fabric and cupped both her breasts.

She whimpered, panting as he grazed his leather covered fingers over her nipples, strumming them until she was writhing and flush and had forgotten every teasing comment she could have made.

His hands left her abruptly, and he grabbed the bottom of the bra, stretching it out so he could yank it over her head. He tossed it onto the discarded shirt.

“Fuck, Miranda,” he said, running his hands down her chest, over her breasts. Flicking and swirling and plucking until she was a trembling ball of need, until her nipples were tingling, and her clit was throbbing.

“Govek,” she begged, and he finally released her, moving his hands past the flat of her stomach.

He stopped at her shuddering thighs. “I’m going to move you.”

“Where?” she gasped, barely able to think as his hands snaked around her hips and cupped under her butt. He kneaded her ass for a second and all the air in her lungs left as tingling bloomed at the base of her spine.

“Here,” he grated into her ear as he pulled her into his groin. His cock. She could feel it—thick and hot—but not nearly as intense as she wanted.

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