Page 60 of Bound to the Orc Renegade

“Good. I have thought of you on top of me like this many times.”

“How many times?”

“Every time you knocked me off my feet.”

My mind flicks back to my various magic-training sessions. “That’s… alotof times.”

His grin is hot and wicked. “Then you’d better make this good.” He reaches up to tweak my nipple, and I gasp. “My good girl.”

I moan as the words excite me as much as his touch, and he pulls me higher on his body, bringing my breasts to his mouth. He licks first one breast, then the next. “I feel the satin of your soft skin. I feel the delicious excitement of your taut nipple. Your breasts are beautiful and delightful.”

My mouth drops open, my heart skipping. It’s one thing for him not to mind I have a small chest, but this is some next-level appreciation.

As if to prove his words, he takes my whole breast into his mouth and sucks, his tongue flicking over my nipple. I’ve never felt anything like it! Sizzles of electricity shoot straight to my clit, and I whimper, then louder as he repeats it with the other one.

“See. They’re exactly a mouthful.” He grins at me again, his look pure sin. “They’re perfect.”

God, how I want this man!

An impatient whine sounds high in my throat, and his hands glide to my hips. Krivoth lifts me effortlessly, moving me down his body until my legs spread wide and the thick head of his cock bumps against my mound.

I reach down and drag his hard head up and down my sex, smearing orc seed into my wetness. I ache for him. I’ve never felt so empty.

“By the goddess, I need to be in you,” he growls, hips jerking, and knowing he wants me just as much as I want him only makes all of this even hotter.

Krivoth lifts me a higher, and I fit his head at my entrance. His fingers tighten on my hips, and he pulls me down onto the thick head of his dick.

I gasp as it stretches me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before. Only the extra slickness of the orc seed makes even this much possible. It continues to flow inside me, making me want more.

“Goddess, look at that,” he grits out. “Look at my cock inside of you.”

I do as he commands, following his gaze down to where I’m impaled on his thick green shaft, my folds stretched wide by him. My muscles clench at the sight, sending a shock of sensation through me.

“You’re so unbelievably tight,” he groans. “You’re going to feel so good on my cock.” He lifts me slightly, then plunges me down on him, pushing into me in a stretch that’s amazing. It rides the edge of pain, heightening every pleasure.

Over and over, he moves me up and down his cock, his thick fluids slicking us both. The balls of his piercings add a delicious texture as they slide inside of me. I’m caught by him, by his hands, by his cock, by his command that I take him. He has complete control.

And it’s exactly what I need. Every worry about the battle disappears. There’s no room for anything but him and pleasure.

“You’re taking my cock like such a good girl,” he growls. “You’re so tight for me, squeezing me. You feel amazing.”

“Yes,” I moan, shivers of delight washing through me as he pulls me onto him in time with his filthy words. “Oh, yes.”

He brings me down one last time, his hands clamped to my hips, his cock buried to the hilt.

A shock of pleasure-pain jolts through me in a mini-orgasm, and I gasp. My inner walls tighten. It’s too much, way too big. And it’s absolutely perfect. My heart thunders in my ears, and every breath I gasp in brings the sweet cream smell of his seed.

Blue light glows from his silver metal stud, and a tickle of magic shivers through the air. The surface flows, reaching toward me. The entire thing vibrates with a ringing hum, and the tendril strokes over my clit like the best of vibrators, the magic reacting to me, giving me exactly what I want until another wave of pleasure washes over me.

“Oh, god.” I fall forward, my palms planting on his firm stomach, and grind down on him. I move my legs, pointing my knees straight toward the ground in order to reach the soft furs. Then I lift up an inch and slide right back down on his cock.

Krivoth’s hands remain on my hips, helping, but he lets me set the pace. “That’s it,” he growls. “You’re riding my cock like such a good girl.”

His words pour fire on my libido, and I speed up, rising higher and slamming back down on him until our bodies slap together. His cock stuffs me with delicious fullness. His stud continues to vibrate against my clit, stretching to follow my every movement. I’ve never been this overcome with desire, never felt this good.

I both strain toward my orgasm and want it to never come, so I can remain caught in this web of pleasure forever.

Each stroke of his cock pulls sounds out of me, little noises of want I’ve never made before. I change the angle slightly, feeling the Jacob’s Ladder tease along my insides. My skin tingles, my muscles ramped tight until my entire body feels like a plucked string hanging right on the edge of hitting a high note.

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