Page 20 of Scoring the Orc

It gives me a moment to marvel, to truly appreciate, the hard, muscular planes of his chest. I’m used to seeing him shirtless, but this time, it’s different. I can’t help but stare, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of him. He’s ruggedly handsome in a way that sparks fear in me, but that only turns me on more. And the realization sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.

Jurto’s hands move to my waistband, his fingers deftly unlacing my pants and sliding them down my legs. I bite back a moan as his hands brush against my skin, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. He discards the fabric, leaving me in nothing but my underwear, and the vulnerability of my position only heightens the intensity of the moment.

“Jurto,” I manage to gasp out, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please…”

He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, he lowers himself between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs as he kisses his way down my body. Each touch, each kiss, is a brand, searing into my flesh and leaving me trembling with need.

When his mouth finally reaches the apex of my thighs, I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips. His tongue flicks out, teasing me through the thin fabric of my underwear, and I arch my back, my body responding to his touch with a desperation that surprises me.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down and tossing them aside. The cool air against my bare skin is a stark contrast to the heat of his touch, and I shudder as his fingers trace a path up my inner thigh.

“Yes,” I whisper again, my voice trembling. “Yes, More.”

He looks up at me, his eyes dark and filled with a predatory hunger. “Tell me you’re mine, Emilia,” he says, his voice a low growl. “I want to hear you say it. All that fight, tell me you want me to break you.”

With that, he lowers his head, his mouth closing over me in a way that leaves me gasping for breath. His tongue moves with a skill and precision that drives me to the edge, and I clutch at the counter, my nails digging into the wood as waves of pleasure crash over me.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, he pulls back, his eyes blazing with a dark, feral intensity. He stands, his hands moving to his own waistband, and I watch, mesmerized, as he pushes down his own shorts, revealing his hard cock. He’s so big, already rock hard and engorged, and my thighs squeeze together at the idea of taking him inside of me..

“Say it,” he tells me.

He steps between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he positions himself at my entrance. For a moment, time seems to stand still, the world narrowing down to just the two of us, the heat of his body against mine, the intensity of his gaze.

But then he doesn’t move, forcing the words from me, and I’m so lost in a haze that I can’t find it in me to stop this.

“Break me,” I whisper, my voice trembling with anticipation. “Remold me. Whatever you want, just please, I can’t handle this…”

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. “Handle what?” he growls, his voice rough with barely contained desire. “How bad you want me to fucking break you apart?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

With that, he thrusts into me, filling me completely and leaving me gasping for breath. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that leaves me trembling and breathless. He moves with a fierce, almost savage intensity, his hands gripping my hips as he drives into me over and over again.

Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, building to a crescendo that leaves me teetering on the edge. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back as I ride the waves of sensation, my body responding to his with a desperation that surprises me.

Jurto’s rhythm becomes more intense, more urgent, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me, the sensation building to an almost unbearable peak. His grip on my hips tightens, his breaths coming in ragged gasps against my neck that only drive me further toward it.

“Jurto,” I gasp, my voice barely recognizable. “I… I can’t…”

He growls low in his throat. “You can,” he says, his voice rough and commanding. “You will.”

With a final, powerful thrust, he pushes me over the edge. My body shatters, the orgasm tearing through me with a force that leaves me breathless and trembling. I cry out, my nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, each one more intense than the last.

Jurto isn’t far behind. With a deep, guttural groan, he loses himself to the climax, his body tensing and shuddering as he finds his release. I can feel the heat of him spilling into me, the sensation sending a final, shuddering wave of pleasure through my already over-sensitized body.

We collapse against each other, our breaths mingling in the heated aftermath. My heart is pounding, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all. Jurto’s hands are still on my hips, his grip firm but no longer painful. He rests his forehead against mine, his breath hot and ragged against my skin.

For a moment, we just stay like that, the world slowly coming back into focus around us. The kitchen is silent, the only sound the heavy, labored breathing of our bodies as we come down from the high.

Jurto is the first to move, his hands sliding up to cup my face, his thumbs brushing away the tears I hadn’t realized were there. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of just moments before.

And then he’s pulling back, staring at me almost in disbelief. It takes him a few slow blinks before he shakes his head and then turns and walks away without another word.

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JURTO

Hrogun grunts as I slam into him. “Ease up, Jurto,” he huffs as we break apart.

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