Page 42 of Bound to the Orc Warlord

My orgasm builds, the heavy potential weighing my balls. I tug at her red hair, trying to pull her away. It will be too much fluid.

She refuses to move, sucking on my head so hard her cheeks hollow.

Fire flashes through me, burning with the brightest pleasure I’ve ever known. It races down my spine and through my balls to shoot out of my cock in a prolonged onslaught of sheer sensation. I roar, my entire body entranced by her touch.

Ashley swallows as much as she can, but my seed pours out the sides of her mouth, splashing all over my stomach and thighs.

I push up on one elbow to reach down with the other hand and scoop some of it up. Reaching farther, I rub it onto the side of one breast, which hangs from her, rich and full.

Her lips release my cock with a pop, soon followed by a moan. I use the hand still buried in her hair to pull her upright so I can continue to rub more of the creamy fluid into her breasts, plucking and teasing her nipples until they’re hard and swollen adark pink to match her mouth. Then my hand drifts lower to find her wet and hot and wanting.

My cock’s still hard, still twitching with the last of the aftershocks. It’s so incredibly tempting to impale her and take her and make her fully mine before she even knows what all of this means between us.

No. That is the coward’s way out. I am many things but never that.

I slide two fingers through her slick wetness, circling them around her entrance. She gasps, her thighs quivering.

Ashley rides me, her eyes closed, her lovely mouth open in an O, her lips dark pink and swollen from sucking my cock. My bride’s heavy breasts swing with her movements in a fascinating display, and her ripe stomach ripples, her whole body lost in pleasure.

She’s divine.

“That’s it, my lovely. Use me,” I growl. “Use me for your pleasure.”

I plunge my fingers in and out of her tight wetness, and she bears down, grinding her sensitive nub against the heel of my hand.

My moon bound explodes above me, her sunshine hair flaming around her flushed face, her mouth opening on a scream. Her inner muscles flutter a maddening dance around my fingers, and I curl them forward to prolong her pleasure.

Then she falls onto my chest, her body limp and replete. I gather her to me, enjoying the feel of her weight on me. I enjoy how solid she is, how strong. After brushing a lock of stray hair from her face, I kiss her soft and sweet mouth, still tasting of me.

I was a fool to ever doubt the Moon Goddess.

And more of a fool to ever look at my moon bound bride without realizing the gift she is.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Ashley

Midnight keeps shooting us knowing looks as Dravarr and I eat our porridge, and I can’t stop smiling. I’ve never had a morning after, never had a guy stay the night and wake up with “breakfast in bed.”

God, I feel like I can fly without even using my powers!

I never realized it could be so amazing, and I don’t just mean the enthusiastic oral sex—though no lie, that was freaking fantastic—but the fact that Dravarrreallywants me.

The handful of guys in my past treated me like a temporary fling until they found someone better or like a dirty little secret they didn’t want anyone to find out about. They’d fuck a fat girl, but only if they had to.

Dravarr’s the opposite. The care and attention he showed me last night was far too special to be an act. He desires my body exactly like it is. He wants me.

Hechoseme.

I glance up to find him scowling into his bowl, and it’s such a Dravarr expression I giggle.

He turns his glare on me. “What?”

“Nothing.” I pull my empty spoon from my porridge and make a production of licking the rounded back like a lollipop.

His eyes heat, a faint smirk curling the edges of his lips.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Midnight says, a laugh filling her voice. “Don’t make me come over there and step between you.”

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