Page 42 of Bossed By the Orc

I might not be as big as he was, but I could take a fucking spanking with the best of them. I turned to glare at him and found him grinning at me. He knew. The gorgeous bastard knew he would piss me off by going easy on me.

“But whatever it was you think I did, I’m going to do it again,” I told him, my own smirk curving my lips.

That made the grin drop off of his face, a scowl replacing it.

Uh oh.

I tried to scramble away from him, but he yanked me back by my thighs, wrapping those huge palms around them, his fingers squeezing into my flesh. The sharp pain on my ass forced a quick scream from me.

He. Bit. Me.

I turned as much as I could and smashed my hands at his head, but he pinned my wrists again.

“You’ll never go out with a male without my permission again, Penelope.” His words were a low, serious promise that made lust shoot through me even as I tried to kick him in the face.

He was over me in seconds, pinning me to the sofa. “Take your correction, rega.”

The word was a rough growl of a word, but it sounded intimate and almost like a caress against my skin.

“I don’t need correction,” I tried to yell at him, but it came out as a breathy rush of words instead as he pressed his still-clothed cock against my stinging ass.

“Yes, you do. You’ve gone too far today, and you’ll learn how you’re expected to behave,” he groaned the words as he shoved his cock against me again and I tried and failed to smother the ragged moan that left me.

The jangle of a buckle behind me caused my eyes to widen. I struggled to turn, but his weight kept me pinned. I refused to acknowledge the needy mewl forming in my throat as my own.

“Dristan,” I gasped instead, hoping that was enough to gain his forgiveness. “Please.”

His purr of approval melted me like nothing else could. He leaned down, the loud sound of a zipper sounding as he swiped his tongue over my ear. “Yes, rega. You can be good if you try.”

The scalding press of his cock against my ass had my eyes widening with trepidation.

There’s no way that tree trunk is fitting inside me.

Even as I thought it, my pussy gushed as if to scream “But we can try!”

“All you have to do is promise,” he whispered, the rumble of his chest against my back soothing me.

I was ready to blurt any promise that he needed me to. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but logic—the cold, cock-blocking bitch that she was—reared her head instead.

“I don’t need your permission to go to lunch with anyone,” I hissed, glaring at him over my shoulder.

His narrowed eyes told me I was in for it, but when he flipped me over, landing me in a heated heap on the sofa while he stood in front of me, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Dristan’s cock was a dream, proudly jutting from his body in a way that would have felt threatening if he didn’t run a gentle hand across my hair. It was a monster, but it was gorgeous. Definitely too big for me.

I’d have to work my way up to taking him, but my pussy was already screaming that she was more than willing to try. My gaze focused on the gorgeous, pierced head. I licked my lips as pre-cum beaded there, eager for my tongue.

Still, there was nothing gentle about the way he angled it to my mouth, using that same hand in my hair to grip it by the root and tilt my face upward.

“You’ll take your punishment then,” he told me. I expected him to force the massive tip of his cock into my mouth, but he waited instead, searching for something in my gaze.

My treacherous tongue reached out first, swiping across the precum. I held back a moan at the sweetness. I’d heard rumors about the taste of orc cum, but I’d never been able to test it out myself.

Addicting.

I sucked on the head, reaching up to grip his massive cock in my hands, pulling the foreskin back so I could get to the sweetness underneath. Dristan groaned in the back of his throat, the sound amplifying the spell I was under. I sucked harder, dipping my tongue into his slit for more and the tremble of his huge fingers in my hair told me that he was just holding himself back from thrusting into my mouth.

I peered up at him, his head tipped back and his throat working, his Adam’s apple bobbing with what I could only imagine was the last hold that he had on his control.

Chapter Twenty-Five

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