Page 58 of His Orc Lady

I look up at him, pouting. “Really?”

Owen reaches for me. “For now.” In a quick move, he tumbles me onto my back and rears up above me, his hips linedup with mine. “Later, you’ll get to play however you want. I’m yours, and if you think I’ll stop you from sucking my cock, you’re underestimating my obsession with you.”

I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, opening up for him. “You said you wanted me to ride you?”

He leans down for a kiss. “I did. And we can do that—but maybe…” He brings his hand between us and parts my lower lips. “Maybe I want to take care of you first.”

Owen pushes two fingers right into my pussy, sliding in easily because of how wet I am. He groans at the feel of me, and I grin, then spread my thighs for him a little more, giving myself over. He finds my pearl with his thumb and teases the sensitive flesh at my opening like I told him last night until I’m clenching around him, my hips rolling up with every dip of his hand.

“I want to feel you around my cock,” he rasps, his lips against my ear. “But you need to tell me if anything feels off, all right?”

I jerk my chin down. “Just don’t stop moving.”

He grins, then replaces his fingers with the thick head of his cock. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He works his hips forward one small thrust after another. “Are you close to coming, sweetheart?”

I lock my heels behind his back and tug him closer to me. “Aye! And I need—ah!”

At my movement, he sinks inside me, and the feeling of his shaft sliding past my sensitive opening is almost too good. My inner muscles ripple around his length, and if he was an orc, they’d be clamping down on his knot, but Owen’s cock glides easily through them.

It’s never been like this, not with anyone I’ve been with, even though they couldn’t knot me. It must behim, my mate, drawing a reaction of this magnitude from me. My breath stutters in my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut, the sensations coursing through me overwhelming in the best way possible…

“Look at me.”

Owen’s command has me opening my eyes, and I find myself staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I need to move, Mara, but I have to know you’re all right.”

I heave in a deep breath, trying to put together a coherent answer, but my entire body is trembling on the verge of somethingbig, and I don’t know if I’m all right or not—I’ve never donethisbefore.

Owen frowns, then starts pulling back out. “We can stop if you need, there’s no—fuck!”

That single nudge of his cock is enough to shove me over the edge. My climax ripples out of my core, spreading through my veins, and I hold on to Owen with everything I have. I curl up, burying my face in his chest, and dig my nails into his sides to hold him right where I need him. My pussy clenches around his cock, drawing it back inside, and Owen’s hips rock forward as if on their own.

His breath hisses through his teeth as he holds himself steady, letting me ride out my pleasure. “That was—gods, this feels incredible.” He brushes my hair from my face and kisses me roughly, his teeth clashing against mine, his lips bruising. “You get so fucking tight when you come.”

I collapse back on the pillows, my thoughts in disarray. “Owen, that wasn’tnormal.”

He frowns at me. “What’s wrong?”

I try to find the right words, but they won’t form, so finally, I blurt, “I’ve never come like that. So quickly.” I squirm, more than aware that Owen’s hard cock is still buried inside me, and he hasn’t come yet. “It’sdifferent.”

One of his blond eyebrows quirks up. “Is different bad?” He lowers himself to his elbows, putting his body flush with mine. “Because to me, making you come fast is a good thing. I’d like to see if you can go again.”

He presses his hips forward, sinking his cock deeper, and all my senses spring to life.

“I don’t know,” I whimper. “Everything feels so sensitive.”

“Are you sore?” He withdraws again. “Does anything hurt?”

I grasp his ass, not wanting to let him go. “No, nothing hurts, it’s just…”

Owen bends his head to lick my skin between my tits, then cups one with his palm and swipes his thumb over my nipple. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

He’s using his wiles to get me to confess the truth, so I growl at him, but he just grins and sucks my nipple into his mouth, then bites down lightly. My back arches off the bed as I try to prolong the sensation, but he pops off, his expression wicked.

“Fine!” I cut my gaze away from him, unable to look him in the eyes. “I’m afraid.”

He hums deep in his throat and rewards me with a kiss. “Of what?”

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