Page 48 of The Orc Outcast's Mate

Govek jerked away, unsettled. He had to regain his control, but fuck, she tasted so blasted good.

“Mm, Govek...” Miranda cooed, sidling in closer. She grazed her teeth along his lips, and he lost all his breath. “I want more...”

He would never be able to deny her anything, especially this. He kept a firm hold on all his darker needs as he teased, licked, and sucked her mouth. Copying her motions, she showed him how unbelievably blissful kissing could be. And how badly it made him ache. His body felt taut like a rope, wound so tight it might snap.

“Miranda,” he managed between dueling his tongue with hers. “This is making me crazed...”

As if she wanted him to go completely wild, Miranda spread her legs wider, right over his aching cock. He was throbbing and desperate, and he could feel her hot folds with every twitch.

And she continued massaging her tongue with his, teasing and thrusting and moaning at the back of her throat.

His hands became tight bands around her arms as he resisted the urge to grind himself between her silky folds.

“Am I too good at this?” she asked, pulling away just enough for him to feel every word against his burning lips.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked right at him.

“Fuck,” he snarled, shaking with need. He wanted to keep kissing her but didn’t want to risk destroying this. He couldn’t let her see him. “Turn around.”

“No.”

Her denial felt like the slice of a whip across his aching flesh. “Miranda?—”

“I want to face you.” She licked his bottom lip. “I want to see you.” She nibbled gently. “I want to see you crumble under me,”—she clamped down on his lower lip, sucking, then releasing him with a wet smack—“see your eyes roll back and your jaw tremble.”

He lost his breath as she slid away, moving her hips so his cock dragged between her legs, grazing her thighs, stroking her core. Firey pleasure shot through his groin, and he hissed a breath between his teeth as his member popped out between them.

The scent of her arousal rolled off her. She wanted him. Him.

But how long would that last?

Miranda’s fingers danced down his chest, tracing his muscles. “You’re so sexy, Govek. I want to watch you lose your mind.”

He should deny her but the sight of her pale hand against his green flesh as it dipped below the waterline made his throat close.

Lower, lower . . . almost there.

Her fingertips grazed the head of his cock and pleasure licked up his spine. His hips rolled, forcing her to grip his shoulder with her free hand to steady herself. The tight hold of her soft hand amplified the pleasure, electrifying him. She was clinging to him. Not leaving.

Her other hand fisted tight and pumped his cock from base to tip.

“Fuck,” he breathed. It felt so blasted good he was shocked he could get words out. Her grip eased so she could tease the head, stroking around the rim, grazing his length. Her touches were fumbling, explorative.

Her hand firmly gripped around him again and he lost all his breath. His rational thoughts winked out.

“Dang, you’re huge.” Miranda’s reverent tone skewered him. “I can’t even close my fingers around you. You really do put all my toys to shame.”

Fuck, fuck. His hand snaked between their bodies. He wanted to touch her, to ready her.

He wasn’t wearing the gloves and after the turmoil of this night he could not trust his control.

Govek gripped her wrist, stopping her from stroking him any further even as it made him want to weep. “I need to... go get gloves.”

“Hmm?” Her tone was breathy and deep.

Fuck, she was looking at him again. “Let me turn you around.”

“Nope.”

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