Page 34 of Bossed By the Orc

My body complied before I even registered the word. My legs spread wide for him and his yellow eyes twinkled down at my underwear-clad pussy.

One big finger stroked down the center and my head fell back on a moan. “Dristan,” I gasped.

“Let’s take care of you,” he murmured before kneeling in front of the bed, reaching out to grip my hips and dragging me across the bed until my ass was balanced on the edge in front of him.

My squeak was loud, but he ignored me, burying his face against my panties. I whimpered as he swiped his tongue over me through the cloth.

I murmured his name deliriously again and he grinned up at me. I was paralyzed by how handsome he was, but his focus moved back to where I was spread out in front of him.

He lifted my legs over his rock-hard shoulders and tugged my underwear to the side, baring my pussy to him.

I felt heat creep to my face, but ignored it, my gasped breaths loud between us as he dipped his head again. This time the touch was skin to skin and I cried out as he swiped his tongue through my folds.

His deep groan had me stilling for only a moment before he delved his tongue inside me. My eyes crossed as I realized that this male’s tongue felt almost as big and as good inside me as a cock would—well a human cock, I supposed.

My mind went blank as he fucked me with it, not giving me a moment to settle into the thought of him being here—with his mouth on me, his tongue inside me. My hips rocked against his face, my eyes rolling back in my head.

Then his big thumb found my clit and the screech I released would have been embarrassing if my world wasn’t multi-colored behind my eyes. I’d never felt anything this good in my life.

I was so close to coming, already so turned on I was probably soaking the sheets beneath me.

“Please,” I begged, squeezing my thighs around his head, probably strangling him to death.

Instead of admonishing me, he fucked me faster with his glorious tongue, running his free hand in a caress down my thighs to my ass. He squeezed it in his huge palm, pulling me closer until his tongue went just a little deeper, curling upward and touching something that had never been touched before. Something that made the explosions behind my eyes and in my body detonate faster.

My scream could probably be heard across the city as I came, my body going up in flames. My vision went white with ecstasy and I shook under him, but he kept doing exactly what he was doing, riding me through it.

As I came down from the best orgasm of my existence, I shuddered under him, gasping with the sweetest sensitivity. I pushed at his head fruitlessly until he finally released me with a low growl. He glared up at me as if I was inconveniencing him with my inability to withstand any more pleasure.

When he finally pulled away, he tugged my underwear back into place and gave my pussy a firm, pleased pat. I jolted under the touch, but he didn’t pause, standing and leaning over me, one huge arm coming down on one side of my head as he leaned in.

I met him eagerly, his kiss tender and tasting of me. I swirled my tongue with his, tugging on his shoulders, but he gave a low chuckle before he pulled away.

Dristan swiped his thumb over my lower lip and his lips curved in a little smirk before he pulled away. I watched him leave, the muscles flexing in his huge back before he turned back to look at me, a tender expression in his eyes.

“Sweet dreams,” he murmured, closing the door behind him.

All I could do was blink at the solid wood of the door and wonder what the hell just happened.

Chapter Twenty-One

Penelope

Sneaking out of my bedroom early was a feat that I wasn’t sure I could accomplish until I was standing in the kitchen and glancing warily around. When I didn’t see him, I huffed out a relieved breath.

I dug out ingredients for omelets and started cooking, keeping an ear trained toward the bedrooms. The omelets were plated and I was in the middle of slicing up another fruit salad when Dristan made his way to the island.

I kept my eyes on my task, ready to ignore anything that he was going to say. Instead, he gave a small grunt and pulled his plate toward him. By the time I’d finished making the salad, he was already holding his hand out for a bowl.

I rolled my eyes but doled out some into a bowl anyway. He went out of his way to touch me—I was sure of it—but other than that, he was a perfect gentlemale throughout the meal.

As always, he didn’t have much to say, but the way that he looked at me had changed. There was a possessive gleam in his gaze that I’d never seen.

“Let’s go,” he barked once I was finished with my own breakfast. He held my coat out for me. I swallowed hard, tucking myself into it while trying not to melt under his touch. He ran his huge, warm palms down my arms and I shuddered before ducking away from him and scurrying to the elevator.

He followed at a leisurely pace, ignoring the rising tension between us. That stupid smirk was on his face again and I wanted to throw my shoe at him.

Damn it, I can act unaffected too! I can pretend nothing happened!

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