Page 33 of Bossed By the Orc

My mind was a spiral of lust and longing. I hadn’t realized how much I needed this male to touch me until we were. Common sense tried to slap me back to my senses, but my thoughts were a hazy mess.

My panties were soaked and I reached to hug him around his broad shoulders and thick neck. The corded muscles there flipped a switch inside me.

I was on his lap before I knew what I was doing, my thighs stretching deliciously around his wide body. His cock pressed against my pussy from inside his pants. Awe and trepidation filled me as I rolled my hips against him, attempting to measure his size.

I don’t think we’ll fit.

My brain was attempting calculations while my pussy was already fully onboard—leaking for him. He tilted his head, deepening our kiss and ridding me of any thoughts still left in my brain.

My nails scraped lightly at his scalp and he shuddered under me. Shuddered. This massive, powerful orc shook under my hands.

The realization struck pride in my heart. In every other part of my life I was at everyone else’s mercy, but not here. Here—with him—I was in control.

I already knew that if I told him to stop, he would. He’d probably be grumpy and annoyed, but that wasn’t anything new. I grinned against his lips and he pulled away to eye me carefully.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, accusation clear in his tone.

“Not you,” I murmured, running my thumbs across his lower lip. His pupils dilated wildly at that movement, until his eyes were almost pure black. “But we have to stop.”

His heavy brow dropped in annoyance. I shook my head, stopping his argument in its tracks. “I’m really attracted to you too, Dristan.”

“Good,” he stated, cuddling my ass in his big palms and making me squeak.

“But I work for you,” I told him, climbing carefully off of his lap.

He grunted his disapproval, but released me all the same. I bit my lower lip between my teeth as my entire body ached for him. The distance between us seemed unnatural now that I knew what he felt like against me.

Confusion whirled in my mind and I took another step away from him. “Let’s just pretend that this didn’t happen, okay?”

I backed away from him, eyeing his splayed thighs and the outline of his cock greedily. The heavy breaths of his huge chest, rising and falling—causing a trickle of cream to slip down my thighs. I watched Dristan’s nostrils flare and realized that he could scent my arousal.

Not that I was helping much. I could slide across the floor with how wet I am.

I all but ran into my bedroom, pressing my forehead against the cool wood of the closed door, squeezing my eyes shut as I pictured him as he had been sitting—aroused and ready in that chair.

If I had any good sense, I’d have stripped that male and put him to good use. Instead, I walked backward to my bed, stripping myself as I went. By the time I hit the edge of it, I was only in my underwear. I scrambled backward, my eyes still squeezed shut, refusing to lose the picture I was seeing.

I had two fingers in my pussy and my other hand pinching my nipple before another second passed. A keening moan left my throat and I tried to stifle it, but it was almost impossible.

I was on fire for Dristan. Lost to everything but sensation. Even if I couldn’t have him in reality, I could have him like this. The image of him soon became a fantasy.

He stood from his chair, that grumpy face transforming into a confident, cocky smirk. I whimpered as my fingers pumped inside my body.

He was on me then, his big palms spreading my legs wider. I followed imaginary-Dristan’s lead, angling them to make room for him.

In my head, he ran his tusks up my thighs while keeping that watchful yellow gaze on me.

“Dristan,” I cried, and the dark chuckle from the doorway snapped me out of my trance.

I flinched, snatching my fingers out from my underwear and covering myself with my hands instead. Dristan was shirtless now, lounging in the doorway of my bedroom, his shoulder propped on one side of the jamb while his bulging arms were folded across his massive chest.

“D-Dristan,” I gasped and he nodded at me.

“Yes, that’s what you said before, too,” he purred.

My mouth opened and closed, trying to come up with anything to say to him, but I couldn’t. Instead I watched as he stalked over to me—eerily silent for how huge he was—and reaching down to stroke his thumb over my knee.

“Open,” he growled.

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