Page 64 of Bossed By the Orc

I swiped my tongue up the plump flesh, making her moan and buck under me, before I pulled away and gave her a swat against her right cheek. She yelped before turning to look at me over her shoulder.

“Hey,” she gasped, indignant. I quirked an eyebrow at her.

“I told you I’d punish you, rega. It’s your own fault if you don’t listen.”

“I’ll have you know—” she started, but I slapped the other cheek, making her jump and gasp.

“Dristan!” She sounded outraged, but I knew she was enjoying it from the sparkle in her eyes and the way she was easing herself back toward my hands. “Stop that!”

“I think you like it,” I told her, grinning and taking a hard nip of her ass, sliding my palm over her soaking pussy.

She murmured a protest, but her hips started a rhythmic rocking and she gripped the sheets in front of her as if she was holding on for dear life. “Dristan,” she moaned, my name on her lips the sweetest nectar I’d ever tasted.

“Are you going to obey?” I asked, and she gave a helpless nod. “There’s my good girl,” I whispered against her skin. “Now turn over and show me what belongs to me.”

She only hesitated for a moment before she turned, only her bra and panties left on her delectable body. With a whimper, she spread her legs, tugging her drenched panties to the side.

As I stared down at the perfection of her pussy, a loud, possessive growl left my chest.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Penelope

I was drowning in lust for my male. He was still infuriating, testing my limits with his bossiness, but something deep inside me was responding to it—a primal instinct that was trying to force me to release any inhibitions I had and give in to what was happening between us.

While he stared down at me, licking his lips, I decided to surrender. My hands went to my bra, undoing the front clasp and releasing my breasts for him. His groan was grateful and reverent at the same time. He dipped his head, running his beard-covered cheek over one breast and then the other.

He’s covering me in his scent.

His clothes came off next and I moaned my agreement with the decision. I needed our skin to touch—for nothing to be between us. I gasped when he took one of my nipples between his lips, his yellow eyes piercing into mine.

He sucked hard and my back arched, the lightning bolt of pleasure shooting straight to my clit. He didn’t stop, settling himself between my legs, one big palm plumping the other breast while he gave his full attention to the sensitive skin. His strong tongue played, but he ran his fangs over the skin, marking me as his.

The knowledge that this male was making me his—that he was finally going to be mine, sparked euphoria so strong, I wondered if I could come just from this. He moved to the other one, plucking my nipple hard before surrounding it with the heat of his mouth. I ground my pussy against his stomach, leaving a trail of wetness along his hard, bulging muscles.

He chuckled darkly against my breast, moving his hand from where he’d been massaging my breast, running a thick finger along my core. I bit my lip, holding in a scream. His darkening eyes met mine as he pushed the digit inside, a feral grin crossing his face.

“I’ve been filing my claws every day, praying that I’d finally have the chance to stretch my female for my cock. How does it feel?”

All coherent thought had fled my brain at this point, and all I was able to do was whimper, my head falling back to the sheets. I spread my legs even more, offering myself to him. His growl told me he received the message loud and clear.

He pressed wet kisses down my soft stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button and making me giggle. I gripped his lustrous hair in my palms and he gave my hip a little nip, digging his fangs in and I knew that he’d be leaving marks all over my body. He was ensuring that anyone who saw me knew I belonged to a male already.

Him.

I’d done research on orc mating rituals—and watched dozens of illicit porn videos of exhibition-loving orcs and their mates. This was a part of it. They would mark their female all over their bodies, rub against them until their scent transferred and then after coming inside them, they would spread the cum over them—ensuring that any male who came near them would know that they were treading on dangerous territory.

The videos had made me scoff, my feminist views offended—and then after a few furious rounds of finger-fucking myself, I’d been offended all over again. The idea of Dristan doing those things to me threw those views out of the window. I wanted everything he would do more than I’d ever wanted anything ever before.

His finger fucked into me, his tempo going slow and deep. My eyes rolled back in my head and I rolled my hips to meet every gentle thrust.

“Look at how well my female takes me,” he purred. “Ready for another?”

I nodded, panting for him, the breaths leaving my chest desperate and hungry. When his tongue dipped between my legs, his tongue swiping over my clit, I all but lost my mind, a broken cry leaving me as I tightened my hands in his hair, holding him close.

“Yes, please. Dristan,” I moaned, and he swirled that phenomenal tongue around my clit until I was seeing stars. He added another big finger and I gasped at the exquisite stretch. “More,” I demanded, and he obeyed, giving my clit a hard suck. My entire body went tense, my back arching as a scream left my chest. Pleasure so strong I thought I might pass out coursed through me as I came, my pussy clenching hard around his fingers, but he continued fucking them into me, his sucks strong on my clit. I rode out the orgasm, lost to the world except him—us. My muscles loosened in a rush as I floated down, spasms moving through my arms and legs, but my fingers remained clamped so tight in his hair, I wondered if I’d yanked any out.

They ached as I released him, but that didn’t stop him, his fingers still moving inside me and his mouth still on my oversensitive clit. I whimpered, trying to pull away, but he didn’t release me, his big palm on my ass keeping me close.

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