Page 72 of His Orc Lady

I dig my fingers into his silky mane and pull him down on top of me. Owen lets out a huff of surprise and catches himself on his hands, but I need him close, I need his body against mine, so I roll us around until I’m sitting across his lap, my knees on either side of his hips.

“Mara.”

He gasps as I palm his rigid length through the fabric of his pants, then helps me shove the pants down by lifting his hips. His cock bobs up, the tip reddened, the shaft veiny and thick, and my mouth waters at the sight of the almost translucent drop of cum that appears at the slit.

“No,” he rasps, his hand on my arm. “I know what you meant earlier. Ineedto be inside you. Sit on me, sweetheart.”

I draw up the silky skirts of my dress, and Owen helps, holding the fabric up so I can reach down and line his cock upwith my pussy lips. I’m wet from where he licked me, and I don’t waste any time—I simply bear down and take his length, inch by slow inch.

“Fuck!” Owen throws his head back, the silk rustling as he grips it in his fists. “You’re so fucking tight. Give me—ah!—give me a moment, I can’t?—”

My progress stops, my inner muscles clenching around his hard cock. I frown and rock up a bit, then sink lower, repeating the process until my ass meet’s Owen’s groin. We’re both breathing hard, and Owen’s face is flushed red, the tendons standing out in his neck.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe, my voice higher than before. “I-I don’t know what came over me. I just knew…”

“That you needed this, I understand.” Owen moves his hands to my hips and squeezes lightly. “I felt it, too.”

I bite my lip, staring down at him. His broad chest is heaving with deep breaths—he’s mostly naked while I’m still wearing my wedding gown. I giggle, unable to stop myself.

“Will you help me get out of this?” I ask, trying to reach behind my back to undo the buttons. “I think we should have undressed me first…”

Owen pushes himself up to a seated position, and we both gasp at the movement. Now that he’s so deep inside me, his cockhead presses right against that spot on the inner wall of my pussy, sending a pulse of desire through me.

“Oh. That—that feels good.” I clamp my hands on his shoulders and hold him tight. “I need to move, Owen.”

He chuckles, his breath caressing the sensitive skin on my neck. “Just a little longer, sweetheart. I want to tease your tits.”

I can’t resist it—I rock my hips forward just a little, impaling myself deeper onto his cock. He reaches the end of me in this position, and I moan, then do it again, unable to stop myself.

“Mara.” His fingers fumble with the buttons on my back. “Wait?—”

But when I move again, sliding up and down his cock, he works with me, holding my waist to help me. With each downward glide, he grinds our hips together, teasing my pearl, and it’s so incredibly good—every thrust hits that spot deep inside me. I squeeze my eyes shut and bury my face in his chest because I’m so, so close, I know it’ll only take?—

Owen takes my chin with one hand and tips it up. Then he kisses me roughly, his tongue sliding against mine, his teeth scraping over my bottom lip. He groans my name, then sucks on my tongue, echoing the way he teased my pearl earlier.

Pleasure pulls me under. I cry out, Owen’s name echoing around our room. My inner muscles clamp down on his rigid cock, but he fucks me through it, moving my hips up and down, drawing out my climax.

When I grow limp in his lap, panting, he squeezes me close to his chest and kisses my temple.

“You’re so gorgeous when you come,” he rasps. “I love you.”

I let out a breathless laugh. “I love you, too. But—you didn’t come?”

He noses my temple, his breath warm on my skin. “Not yet. I almost did, when I felt your pussy fluttering around my cock.”

Biting my lip, I squeeze my inner muscles, and Owen lets out a groan, his expression almost pained.

“Stay still for a moment.”

A snap of command enters his voice—something that only happens when he’s on the edge, and never fails to wind my need tighter.

I try my very best to obey him, but when he moves to undo the last of the buttons on the back of my dress, his hard cock presses deeper inside me, and I whimper, my over-sensitive pussy contracting around it.

“Fuck, this bow…” He tugs on a particularly tight knot, his forehead furrowed in concentration.

I grasp his shoulders, whimpering. “Just tear it off.”

He shakes his head. “Not a chance. I’m not ruining this dress. You’d regret it tomorrow…There.”

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