Page 27 of How To Woo A Warrior Orc

“Yes,” I whimper. “I’ve never wanted something as badly in my whole life. Please don’t stop.”

His laugh is as rough as his grip is gentle on my legs.

My back slides against the soft fur, my eyes wide as he kisses up my calf, his tusks scraping over the sensitive underside of my knee.

“You taste amazing already,” he murmurs, eyes flashing in the low light. “Sweet as can be.”

My boots come unlaced quickly under his deft fingers, and he takes them off, putting them on the hearth side by side before tugging off the thick socks underneath.

His fingers stroke up and down my calf, his gaze never leaving mine as he kisses along my legs. By the time he works his way up to my inner thigh, I’m panting, weak with desire.

The juxtaposition of his tender lips with the hardness of his tusks is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I find myselfnearly keening as he rucks my skirt all the way up, exposing my underwear.

Ga’Rek’s hands bracket my hips, pinning me to the lush rug.

His eyes are dilated completed, black swallowing the deep chocolate brown of his irises. He’s watching me, completely still, and I can’t stand the suspense.

I can’t stand the suspense, yet I want more. Ga’Rek’s drawing it out, teasing me, and it’s so beyond wonderful that I don’t want it to end.

He lowers his face to the apex of my thighs, and I moan as his hot breath warms the fabric of my underwear.

“So fucking sweet, kal’aki ne. I’ve wanted to taste you for days now. Wanted to know if you were as fucking incredible on my tongue as you smell.” The words vibrate against my needy core.

I gasp, reaching for his hair, as he exhales hot air against me. He slides a hand down from my hip to between my legs, attempting to pull my underwear to the side… until he swears in frustration and simply rips in half.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says, and I laugh at the apologetic tone. “Or, you can just stop wearing them, so I can have my way with you any time I want.”

I tilt my head back, laughing hard—until his mouth meets my flesh and my laughter abruptly cuts off with a moan.

My fingers tangle in the smooth slide of his thick black hair, my nails scraping against his scalp. His tongue teases for a long moment, only a hint of pressure, and his hum of appreciation makes me go tight all over.

I’m not wholly prepared for the feeling of his thick tusks parting me, making me completely accessible to the onslaught of his tongue.

I cry out, a wordless appeal for more, my body on fire, as he presses them against me, holding my pussy open. His tonguebegins to lick in earnest, patient strokes that leave me shaking and needy for more.

He grunts in approval, and I brace myself against him. My chest heaves as he licks a slow circle around the bud of my pleasure.

“Ga’Rek, please, right there.” My toes curl into the rug and he redoubles his efforts, licking and sucking at it until I’m practically crying with how close I am to the peak of pleasure. His hand moves up, teasing my folds, until he thrusts one finger inside me.

“So fucking tight. Tight and perfect and so, so sweet. This will be it for me,” he groans, and I writhe underneath his ministrations, loving the praise, loving the way he makes me feel.

He adds another finger, and then, when he sucks my clit, he curls the pad of one into my body, finding a spot I didn’t even know existed as I cry out. Pleasure explodes from deep at the base of my spine, my entire body floating on a cloud of it.

Gently, he keeps licking, teasing, until I come down, slowly, so slowly, that burst of orgasm so strong that I have to remind myself to breathe.

I open my eyes, trying to catch my breath, and his fingers are working at the buttons on my skirt, carefully undoing each and letting it fall away from my body. He lifts my hips gently, pulling it off and folding it neatly beside my boots.

I sit up, moisture dripping from my thighs, so ready for him, and pull my blouse off, practically tearing the rest of my undergarments off in my hurry.

“I want more,” I tell him, tackling him to the floor.

He huffs a laugh, his mouth wet from the pleasure he pulled out of me, and I settle my naked hips over his. He’s huge. It should be daunting, should be slightly frightening, the girth and hard length of him, but I don’t care.

I’m ready, and I want him to feel as good as he made me feel.

“You are beautiful,” he tells me, his hands going to my breasts. They’re small, and I’ve never been overly fond of them, but the way he touches them, weighs them, his calloused fingers rasping over my sensitive nipples—it makes me believe it when he tells me I’m perfect.

“I need you,” I tell him, desperate again. “I want to return the favor,” I add. “I want to make you feel good.”

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