Page 59 of The Orc Outcast's Conquest

“Govek.” His name on her lips blazed through his mind. His cock jerked against her ass. Her hand moved down past his. He craned his neck to watch, his throat tight. She dipped her finger into her channel, thrusting all the way to her knuckle. Groaning. He quivered at the sinful sight.

“Iwant to...” His fingers trembled with the need to spear her, thrust deep into her. Bring her off against him.

And then this would be over, and he would have to face her and she would look at him with utter revulsion, and... fuck. Fuck.

“I’ll do it if you don’t.” She reached up to grip his hand, clasping his two fingers and pulling them down.

That threat was enough for him.

Fades be fucked if he’d let her take this from him.

“Fine,” he managed through clenched teeth and gave into her completely.

Chapter

Eleven

MIRANDA

“That’s it, tough guy,” Miranda whispered under her breath, bringing her hand up to brush her fingers along Govek’s jaw as he finally relaxed behind her. She was so worked up she could hardly stand it. Her whole body was in agony from being on the cusp for so long. Her clit was pounding so hard she felt it all the way up in her stomach.

She was too sensitive, overstimulated. She hadn’t ever dreamed that being with another person could be so much better than touching herself.

But it was. And Govek was too sexy and raw and good at what he was doing and not going fast enough for her.

Moving both hands down to clasp his fingers, she forced his hand into the position she wanted. Two fingers up, the rest curled under. He obeyed, allowing himself to be pliable.

“Miranda,” Govek warned, and goddamn him, his voice was like a caress all on its own. Like a vibrator for her whole body. She was convinced she wouldn’t be so strung up if he couldn’t tremble need into her with nothing but a broken word.

“Oh, Govek,” she said, forcing him to hiss into her ear. She wished she could turn to look at him, but the delicious grip he had on her cheek, her chin, was too tight. Soaking his heat deep into her brain. Muddling up her senses.

She wanted more.

He huffed loudly, the exhale warming her damp scalp.

“Like this, I just need...” When he didn’t move fast enough, she worked his hand lower. His two fingers grazed through her slick pussy.

Her squirming body was aching for the sting of his massive fingers stretching her tight. It would drown out the overwhelming ache in her clit. Tamp out the oversensitivity.

Miranda’s insistence was finally enough and Govek rubbed over her sensitive flesh, pressing into her entrance. Slick digits speared inside with little resistance. She lost her breath. One second, she was empty and the next she was pulsing tight around him.

Govek’s breath hitched, trembled.

The stretch was incredible, and he worked deeper, spearing into her. The rough texture of the glove and the heat of his massive palm covering her clit made her back arch and her body quiver.

Miranda thrust her hips up, trying to get him into the right position so she could take more. It had been an easier task with her toys, but his subtle twitching was so much better. It was all him. His passion, his lust, his want to please her. Each little involuntary jerk and pulse had her babbling.

“Oh, Govek, yes. That’s good.” She stroked his palm. “Curl your fingers a little and press up.”

He made a strangled noise, and she wished he would just give in and moan already. Growl at her. Make demands. Something. Why was he so quiet?

Then his strong fingers skewered right into her G-spot.

“Oh fuck,” she wailed, grinding on him. Her pussy gushed around his hand. “Th-that’s it. Keep doing that.”

Govek’s stuttered out a wheezy, disbelieving laugh. As if he couldn’t believe she could take so much of him. That she was growing wetter from what he was doing.

She might have been the virgin here, but he was clearly far less experienced.

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