Page 39 of Secret Twins for the Orc

I pull his clothes off and drink in the sight of what lies between his thick, strong thighs, and my humor leaves me.

He’s as long and green and thick as I remember, dark and dusky at the base with a hint of pink at the tip. Thick veins snake all along his length, but my eyes are drawn to his base where he has two swellings on his top side, spongy and almost tusk-like, both sweeping forward in very specific angles.

I remember exactly where those swellings hit me the last time we came together.

I’m slick with desire as I look at him, desperate for him, and I find that I’m rubbing my thighs together just to relieve some of the tension. Especially when he smiles at me again.

“Rhokar…”

“I would never deny you anything,” he murmurs, sitting up as I reach for his length, “especially not when you ask so nicely.” But he once more grabs my wrist before I get to him, and I suddenly find myself flipped to my back with his huge green shoulders pressing my knees out wide. “But I promised you’d come on my lips first, and I’m a man of my word.”

His hot mouth descends between my legs, and I cry out as he dives straight down to suckle gently against my clit, my fingers diving desperately into his long hair at the onslaught of sensations. He has no lead up to his every move, no subtlety, but he hits just the right spots in just the right way, remembering my body like he remembered my drink order, as if he’d written a list of everything he’d learned about me and was systematically ticking it off now. It doesn’t take very long at all before he’s sliding one thick finger inside my slick channel, his tongue dancing a slow circle around my now sensitized clit as he pumps, before inserting a second finger. My body curls with tension, my head spinning with desire. When he adds a third, stretching me, readying me for the sheer size of his girth, I catch my breath and arch into his lips, completely unable to control the way I ride his face, pressing him closer with my fingers still tangled through his now thoroughly messy hair.

“Rho, I’m close…” I gasp, once more surprised, this time at how quickly my body is responding to him. I feel my legs begin to tremble, and he groans into me, his tongue continuing its path as he pumps a steady rhythm with his fingers, in and out, in and out. “Wait, I don’t…”

Tension coils low in my belly. I can feel his tusks pressing into the crease where my thighs meet, and then one hand is grabbing my ass and tugging me closer.

“Please,” I cry. “I need you inside!” I don’t know what’s come over me, but I’m suddenly so certain that I need to feel him closer, deeper, to reach me where his fingers and mouth can’t go. My heart demands his full body weight against me, demands to give the same pleasure I’m receiving. So when he doesn’t comply to my tugging at his shoulders, to my cries that I need him and not his mouth, I resort to dirty tactics

“Please, sir,” I gasp desperately, and I feel his groan reverberate through my entire body. “I need you, I’m begging you. Come inside me, please.”

I’m wondering desperately if I need to throw a few more sirs in there for good measure as my body begins to peak, when he swears against me roughly and pulls away.

I moan at his loss, but then he’s kneeling over me, his hair-tie lost and his black hair tumbling down broad shoulders in a deliciously sexy tousle. He palms his thick green length, a wild look in his eyes as he lines up with my entrance. “Is this what my girl needs? Do you need me to fuck you, Ella?”

“Oh, god,” I feel his blunt head press against me, sliding up across my clit, and the tell-tale signs of an oncoming orgasm begins to start up along my body. “Yes, yes.”

“Say my name,” he demands as he presses slowly in. “Tell me who your male is.”

Oh my god, oh my god.

“Say it,” he grits, his voice thick with lust and pleasure as he continues to stretch me out, and I swear I can feel the texture of every vein along his length. “Who do you belong to.”

“Rhokar.” His name is barely a breath on my lips and I feel suspended, wound tight to the breaking point, stuck here just before tipping only because of how slow and careful he is as he enters. “R-Rho, I…”

“You’re doing wonderfully,” he rasps, both palms falling heavily to either side of my face as he fights to gently press himself into my desperate body. “Good…”

“Oh, fuck, don’t say it,” I whisper, my nails scratching desperately against his back, but he just locks eyes with me, grins a wicked, tusky grin, and flicks himself the last of the way in, grinding his upper swellings tightly against my over-sensitized bundle of nerves.

“Good girl,” he rumbles, voice deep and rough, and then his lips press against mine, swallowing my desperate cry as my first orgasm rips through me.

I feel him groan against me as my walls pulse over his shaft, and he begins to move, but I’m lost to anything else as I ride the first waves of my euphoria. I’m full, so full, no-one else can fill me up like he can. It feels so good, so right. I feel like I’m home.

My body bucks in irregular twitches of pleasurable aftershock as I come down, but he leans back on his knees, pressing his palm against my stomach to keep me still as he pumps his hips, and I don’t come completelydown.

There’s still tension rolling through me, already beginning to build again, and I can’t help but wrap my legs around him and match his rhythm. The way his eyes roll back when I buck up to meet him sends another deep flutter through my core, and when his big hands move to clutch my hips, almost meeting in the middle from his sheer size as he takes over and slams into me harder, reigning complete control over my entire body, all I can do is throw my hands up to clutch at the sheets by my head, and take the pleasure he gives me with a cry.

“Gods, Ella,” he grits out from between clenched teeth, “you’re so tight. You’re so perfect.”

I gasp and fist the sheets tightly, and he falls forward, shoving me deep into the mattress as he slams into me.

“You’ll come again for me, won’t you.” It isn’t a question, but I bite my lip and nod anyway.

“Y-yes.”

“Do it now.”

“I-I…” My eyes fly open as I stare at his face, intense, as if he’s concentrating on the most important thing in his life. He fights to maintain eye contact, but his dark eyes keep rolling back, and the muscles in his jaw tick as he clenches his teeth.

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