Page 78 of The Orc Outcast's Conquest

Her pleading quickly turned to pleasure tinged moans as he continued to thrust. He curled his fingers into that incredible spot that forced her to babble.

He wanted it to be higher, wanted to drench her in such ecstasy that she never remembered anything but him, wanted to be better than anything she could ever fathom, so she would never leave him or push him away.

“I’m ready,” she gasped, grinding her hips into his cock. The sensation skewered through his mind like bolts of delicious, rapture laced lightning. “Please, Govek. I want?—”

Fades help him. His control was in tatters.

He moved Miranda forward, helping her to get to her knees, cushioning them with her cloak. The full globe of her ass and thick thighs made him want to shout his thanks to the Fades. She was so wet for him, glistening and sweet and perfect.

Her scent was everywhere. Maddening and rich.

Govek worked reason into his senses as he slid his palm down her back. She shivered and moaned and arched her back.

Blast, the sight of his monstrously huge hand on her perfect ass ruined him. Her trust was so unfounded. He would split her in two with his force.

His fingers trembled. He was dangerous. Out of control.

“Oh, Govek,” Miranda whimpered, causing his angry thoughts to evaporate. She spread her legs. “Please.”

She fucking wanted him.Him. She’d taken off his gloves. She’d moved his hands. She’d bucked into his touch and gushed all over his fingers.

She was a Fades-given miracle. His miracle. And he would have her.

“Govek.”

The sound of his name moaned from her sweet lips thundered through his veins. He gripped her hair, and she tipped her head back, pushing her scalp into his touch instead of trying to struggle away. It seemed she relished his brutal hold and wanted more. Her honey scent flooded the space.

At every turn, his woman cleaved to him. Accepted him. Praised him.

His hand was still tingling and damp from her slick pleasure. The silky strands of her hair engulfed his fingers.

She babbled pleas he couldn’t make out.

She wanted him.

Govek gripped his cock and pressed the tip into her folds, wetted it from her dripping, wet center. Spikes of bliss raged as he found her entrance and pushed in. Her body gave slowly. He had to be gentle, but his need was making him crazed and his body shook with the desire to thrust in hard. He quivered with the need to go slow, even as the driving urge to spear her through in one surge seared his gut.

Fucking Fades, she wastight. And blistering hot. And his body quaked for more, Running pleasure down his spine and into the soles of his feet.

“W-wait.”

He froze, ice gripping his veins. He barely managed words. “Hurting you?”

Fuck, he needed to pull out of her. To retreat. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“No- no. It doesn’t. It . . . I just . . .”

The tremor in her voice broke him. Fuck, she’d changed her mind. She didn’t want him. She would reject him now and he would be hurtled into the depths of misery all over again.

“I don’t want to get pregnant.”

What? She didn’t want towhat?

“Do you... do you have protection, or I mean... shit.” She shivered and squirmed. The head of his cock was lodged in her, and he felt every blasted shift she made. Devastating bliss spread to his stomach. He wanted to weep.

She whimpered. “I’m not ready to get pregnant yet.”

Yet?

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