Page 17 of Bidding on Her Orc Boss

Finally, I’m buried to the hilt, her plush rear nestled against my groin. I flex my hips slightly and she cries out, nails digging into my biceps. “Don’t move! Just...give me a second...”

I nod, fighting the urge to thrust, to conquer. Her tight muscles ripple and clench around my cock, testing my willpower. Leaning down, I scatter tender kisses across her face. “You feel incredible. Like you were made for me.”

Her eyes flutter open, hazy with desire, and a slow smile curves her kiss-swollen lips. “I think maybe I was,” she whispers.

Possession and adoration storm through me. Capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, I start to move —slow rolls of my hips that drag my heavy cock along her clenching walls. Zana whimpers into the kiss, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist.

I set a steady rhythm, stoking the flames higher with each deep stroke. My heartbeat pounds in my ears and my skin prickleswith heat. The need to mark her, claim her, fills my mind with static.

Zana tears her mouth away, head tipping back as she moans. “More, X...harder...I’m so close!”

Snarling, I hitch her legs over my elbows, changing the angle so I can pound into her, my swollen knot catching on her entrance with every slam of my hips. The couch creaks ominously but I’m too far gone to care.

“Come on my cock,” I command gruffly. “Let me feel you come apart for me, baby.”

As if obeying my order, her pussy spasms wildly, locking down on my shaft as she wails my name. The rippling pressure catapults me over the edge and I throw my head back with a roar, driving into her one last time as my knot expands, locking us together.

Scalding jets of my release paint her fluttering walls and she shudders through a second peak, milking my cock for every drop. I collapse over her, catching my weight on my forearms, and bury my face in the sweat-dampened curls at her neck. I’m lost in a god of bliss and satisfaction.

Mate.My perfect mate.

Zana hums contentedly, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. For a long moment, we just breathe each other in, pulses gradually slowing.

Then she shifts slightly and gasps. “X, you’re still hard...”

I smirk against her skin. “Perks of being an orc. I can keep this up all night.”

She laughs breathlessly. “Promises, promises.”

Pushing up on my hands, I flash her a wolfish grin, flexing my hips so my still-rigid cock nudges even deeper. Her eyelids flutter and she bites her lip.

“Oh, I always keep my promises. You’ll see. Hold onto the back of the couch,” I instruct her, my voice low and urgent with need.

Zana obliges, her tan fingers gripping the plush fabric tightly. My green hands clasp her curvy hips as I position myself behind her luscious backside.

I drive my thick, hard length into her slick folds, groaning at the exquisite feeling of her warmth enveloping me fully. She lets out a shaky moan. “X, oh gods, you feel so good...”

I start thrusting faster, harder, spurred on by her breathy words. My knot swells, and I want to push myself inside of her, locking us together. But no, not yet. Not until she agrees with my mating cuffs on her.

I can’t get enough of her—the scent of her arousal, the sounds of her pleasure, the silky heat of her core gripping me so perfectly. It’s like she was made just for me.

I reach around to tease her sensitive nub as I pound into her, and she cries out, her inner muscles fluttering around my shaft. “That’s it, my sweet,” I growl. “Come for me.”

I feel her start to tremble and clench. Just as she’s about to reach her peak, I suddenly pull out and flip her around to face me. I need to watch her fall apart, need to see the ecstasy on her beautiful face as I make her mine.

“X!” she gasps in surprise, but immediately wraps her arms and legs around me as I plunge back inside her. I capture her full lips in a searing kiss, our tongues tangling feverishly.

One hand fondles her pert breast while the other rubs tight circles on her clit. I nip at her lower lip before trailing openmouthed kisses down her graceful neck. When I reach her ankle, I give it a sharp bite, marking her as my own.

That does it. “Xnaurl!” Zana screams, her release crashing over her. The way she clenches and pulses around me has me seeing stars. With a roar, I explode inside her, pumping her full of my seed as I join her in bliss.

We stay entwined like this for several minutes, panting and catching our breath. Reluctantly, I pull out and reach for one of the nearby towels, cleaning us both up before discarding it in the fireplace.

“Well, that was?—”

“Great?” I suggest, knowing by now what she’s like when she’s at a loss for words.

“Whatever,” she shoots back, her cheeks flushing prettily. “Anyway, this is not exactly how I envisioned my night going.”

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