Page 56 of Bound to the Orc Renegade

“It’s fine. You’re far gentler than I’d be.”

I don’t doubt it. He doesn’t seem the type to take care of himself. Is it the whole orc warrior thing? Or is it because his father always made him feel like he doesn’t deserve good things? Or both? I bet it’s both, but whichever it is, one thing’s true.

Krivoth deserves special care, and I’m just the good girl to give it to him.

When he’s completely naked, I stand and stare. Even with the bandage and the cuts on his arms and shoulders, he’s the most magnificent man I’ve ever seen. His chest, arms, and shoulders are works of art, ones that speak of long hours perfecting his use of the sword. His abs are downright lickable, and he has lovely thick muscular thighs.

And his cock…

I bite my lower lip. A zing of excitement races through my body as I imagine how good it’s going to feel inside me.

He reaches down, pulling my lower lip from my teeth and dragging his thumb across it. “How I dream of this mouth, of your pink lips stretched wide by my green cock.”

“Yes,” I moan. “Please.”

“You want me like this?” His eyes are hot, his voice husked. “Before we’ve bathed?”

“I do.” I nod. He’s sweaty from battle, but it’s the clean sweat of a recent exercise, and his male musk fills my nose, making me flush with arousal. And there’s a sweeter scent too—the orc seed smelling downright lickable.

On my knees for him, I want nothing more than to lose myself in sucking his cock.

“Then take it.” His hand fists in my hair, pulling me forward with a tug that stings my scalp with a delicious tingle. “Swallow my cock.”

I kiss his head, right where I’d kissed him through his pants. His skin’s so hot and slick I moan, my lips sliding over him and making him hiss. My tongue flicks out, licking up the milky fluid flowing from the tip, and sweet cream fills my mouth. He tastes so good! Like melted vanilla ice cream.

Then my hands are on him, wrapping around the thick base to hold him steady. The stud mounted above his cock pulses with magic, sending a tendril out to stroke over the back of my hand, where it starts to buzz like a vibrator.

Oh, god. It’s going to do that to my clit! My core clenches.

Krivoth growls, his hand tightening in my hair, calling me back to my purpose. This is about him.

I flutter my tongue over the individual balls of his Jacob’s Ladder piercings, making his hips jerk as even more fluid pours out. When I get to the fat head, I flatten my tongue over it, sucking up his seed, which sends excitement zipping through me. Can you overload on aphrodisiacs? I can’t wait to find out.

My mouth splits wide, and I swallow as much of him as I can, tucking my lower lip over my teeth to keep from catching the piercings.

“Yes, that’s it,” he growls. “That’s my good girl, sucking on my cock so prettily.”

I whimper, the praise shooting straight to my clit, and suck harder, hollowing my cheeks around him. I bob my head, swallowing him down until he hits the back of my throat. I fight down a gag—I want this, want just as much of him as I can take.

“Fuck, Taylor, your mouth feels divine.”

Orc seed fills my mouth with milky sweetness, spilling out the sides and slicking his length. My hands and mouth work on him, my thumbs strumming over his piercings with every slide. I can’t wait to have them inside me. But I also don’t want this to stop. All my worries fall away until there’s nothing but the feel of his cock stretching my mouth, the taste of his seed, the smellof his musk, the sight of him watching me with dark, hot eyes, and the sound of him groaning my name. He commands all my senses, rewriting me until I am his.

His good girl.

Krivoth grunts, his hips moving in short thrusts that drive his cock into the back of my throat. His hand tightens in my hair, and I know he’s close.

I speed up, fluttering my tongue on the underside of his cock with each head bob, stroking the sensitive spot right underneath his head.

“Yes, Taylor,” he roars, “my good girl!”

Hot cream explodes in my mouth, rushing down my throat and fountaining from my spread lips. Waves of lust rush through me as I swallow more of his seed, the rest coating my face and splashing onto my chest. It soaks through the lace of my bra, electrifying my nipples.

His hand lets go of my hair to caress the side of my face, pulling me gently from him. My mouth releases his cock, but I can’t help but lean forward and press one last kiss to the head.

Krivoth pulls me upright, his thumb dragging over my tingling lower lip. Then he pulls that thumb to his mouth and licks it. “My seed tastes good on you.” His eyes darken as his fingers play in the fluid on my chest, rubbing it in. “It smells good, too. You smell likemine.”

“Yours.” I nod.

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