Page 68 of Bossed By the Orc

“Yes, rega,” he hissed. “So fucking tight.”

He didn’t stop pumping his hips, fucking me into the bed until I thought my orgasm would never stop. My toes and fingers ached from where I’d curled them.

“D-Dris—” I tried slurring his name, but his palm at my lower back curled upward until my hips tilted and he was pressed against something that had stars bursting behind my eyes. I was almost certain that I wailed so loudly I shattered some glass somewhere in the suite, but I couldn’t hear anything but my male’s drumming heart.

His own bellow was sure to break something else as he came, his cum overflowing me and sopping the sheets under us even more than I had. He pushed inside with a final, heaving thrust, burying himself so deep I wondered if we would ever be able to separate.

Not that I wanted to. I snuggled closer to my male, my fingers drifting over his back, savoring him the way I hadn’t been able to earlier. I was still a semi-drooling pile of orgasmic bliss, but at least I was more awake.

“I love you, rega,” he murmured, turning us until I was splayed over him, his palms running over every inch of me. “So much.”

I moaned, squirming against him, his still semi-hard cock buried inside me. He grumbled his annoyance as I sat up, straddling him, but I beamed down at him. “I love you too.”

With a smacking kiss across his lips, I tried to get off of him, but my male wasn’t having it. He held me hostage, taking more kisses and murmuring words of praise against my cheeks.

I basked in his affection and attention—something I hadn’t expected from him, but appreciated with every inch of my soul. The second knock on our door was more insistent.

“Come on, lovebirds. We still have to talk to the developer. Get your asses out here,” Rudgar called.

Dristan grunted and huffed, grabbing my hips and plopping me on the bed so I was splayed like a starfish as he stood. Endorphins were still giving me chills every other second. I had the forethought to slap his ass when he was close enough, a satisfied smirk curling my lips.

The groan from the other side of the door told me that Rudgar had heard it and the click of his shoes announced that he was stomping away.

“You’re a bad influence,” Dristan said, dipping to kiss me one last time before going to the bathroom.

Aware that we did, in fact, have things to do, I abstained from joining him in the shower—even though I was tempted by his sexy, soapy green skin. I bundled the sheets off the bed instead, praying that we hadn’t done any lasting damage. I ignored the cum leaking slowly down my legs from between my thighs, walking funny as I hustled around the room, getting my things ready before my shower.

Dristan’s groan from behind me made me jump as he grabbed me into his arms, burying his face against my hair. “You smell like me,” he rumbled, running his warm palms over my ass. “Don’t shower. I always want you smelling like this.”

I huffed out a laugh, absorbing his warmth. “You made a mess of me, so I’m going to have to. But I’ll probably be smelling like you no matter what I do.”

He released a happy grunt and I was tickled that I could tell the difference in the tone of the sounds he made now. I wiggled out of his arms, and it was his turn to slap my ass, the sound loud as I turned accusing eyes his way.

“Don’t clean up too much,” he called. “We’re trying to keep the cum inside where it can do its work.”

My face was so hot I thought I would faint. “I can’t get pregnant yet,” I gasped. “We’re not even married!”

“You’ll have to plan the wedding fast, then,” he said with a shrug, pulling one of his garment bags from his suitcase and laying it out on the bed. “Because I’m not going to stop coming inside you. I want you pregnant as soon as possible.”

“And I suppose I have some say in that,” I called, rolling my eyes as I shuffled into the shower, knowing that I would be walking funny for days to come. The sweet ache between my thighs was a reminder of how virile my male was.

“You do,” he said, buttoning his pants in the doorway of the bathroom. “You get to decide how many we have. I’m willing to stop after six.”

“Six?” I asked, my eyebrows swinging up as I stuck my head out of the shower. “I only want two!”

He scoffed, walking back into the bedroom. “Rudgar and I were only two and it was lonely. No, six.”

“Not six, Dristan,” I called, scrubbing myself clean in record time before hurrying outside to continue my argument. “Three at most.”

“No,” he shook his head, already fully dressed and putting on his watch. “Six.”

“You’re being unreasonable,” I told him, drying off and dropping my towel to the floor. I squeaked when Dristan filled his palms with my breasts, smacking him before side-stepping him. “No boobs unless you agree.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Five.”

“Four,” I said, tilting my chin up. He studied me for a moment before nodding with a grin.

“Good. It’s decided,” he said, focusing on where he was now cupping my breasts again.

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