Page 59 of His Orc Lady

“I don’t know.” I scrunch up my face, then confess the truth. “It’s never been this good, and I don’t know what to expect next. After you, ah, finish.”

Owen’s expression lightens. “You want to know if I’ll pack up and leave right after I come?”

I pinch his side. “I know you’re stayingat the Hillnow. But?—”

“No one’s ever stayed to cuddle after you fucked?” he asks calmly.

I put my hands over my eyes. “This is too strange.”

“Discussing your previous lovers while I’m balls-deep inside you?” Owen rocks his hips forward, drawing a gasp from me. “I have half a mind to hunt them all down and have some strong words with them.”

I scrunch up my face. “You cannot be serious?—”

“Not because you fucked them.” He frowns down at me. “I didn’t come to you a virgin either. I just hate that they made you doubt yourself like this. That they left the moment they got their pleasure.”

I gasp as he pulls almost all the way out, then presses back in through my swollen, sensitive inner muscles. “It-it wasn’t like that. Orcs know that any relationship that’s not fated is only temporary.”

He shakes his head, his expression fierce. “That doesn’t mean you didn’t deserve to be treated well.” He rears up, takes my knees, and wraps my legs more securely around his waist. “I’m not going anywhere. I want to make you come once more before I fill your pussy with all the cum I’ve been wanting to spill inside you, and then I’ll stay with you through the night and make love to you at least once more before morning.”

My heart stutters. “That sounds… I like it.” I stumble over my words. “You said you’ll, ah,make loveto me?”

Owen dips his hands under my ass and cants my hips up, changing the angle between us. “Oh, this goes way beyond fucking, sweetheart. Don’t you feel it?”

He slams back in, and on this stroke, he nudges that elusive spot deep inside my pussy. I cry out, scrabbling to hold on to something, but Owen has me right where he wants me, with my hips in the air and his cock thrusting into my pussy with long, measured strokes.

“I feel it,” I whimper.

“You said you loved me,” he rasps, picking up his pace. “Do you think I feel any differently? You’ve stolen my heart, Mara.”

“I-I didn’t set out to do that.” I reach for him and place my palm on his chest. “But I’m not giving it back.”

He grins down at me, then reaches between our bodies and holds his callused thumb down over my pearl. Sensations burst inside me, this new pleasure building on top of the pressure inmy pussy. All the muscles in my body lock up, and I pull Owen closer—I need him on top of me, to feel his solid weight. He fucks me with long, powerful thrusts, then stills deep inside me, and I feel his cum against that sensitive spot at the very end of my pussy. It tumbles me into another wave of bliss, and I hold on to him, sobbing.

“…so fucking good,” he’s saying, his voice hoarse as he bends over me. “Mara, your pussy is—ohfuck—ah!”

He shudders as another jet of cum shoots from his cock, warming my insides.

I go limp under him, too wrung out, too shocked by the pleasure. I only have the strength to lift my hand, palm the back of his neck, and tug him down until he’s lying on me, his weight supported on his elbows. He kisses me deeply, our tongues meeting again and again, our feverish need burnt out for the moment. I have no doubt that we’ll soon be at each other again, but right now, I want to feel his body on top of mine, just resting.

We remain there for long minutes, my pussy still tight around his cock. His heartbeat slows, and mine follows, our hearts working in sync.

“I think the Fates were right after all,” I murmur, running my palms up and down his back. “This was entirely too good to be a mistake.”

Owen slips from me and lies at my side, then folds me into an embrace and kisses my brow. “It might have taken us a while, but we found each other in the end.”

I raise my head to peer down at him. “Is this the end? I thought it was only the beginning.”

He snorts softly. “The end of our trouble, I hope. I’ll be staying here with you, and as long as we’re together, we can figure out anything, don’t you think?”

“Aye, I suppose you’re right.”

I settle next to him, my body still tingling with pleasure. If I focus and listen carefully, I can hear Owen’s heartbeat, and it’s the single best sound I’ve heard in my life. My bed smells like him now, and I don’t have to sneak furtive sniffs at him anymore. I giggle, then bury my face in his side.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, his voice drowsy.

I shake my head at first, but he nudges me, and I find that I can’t keep anything from him, even something so trivial.

“I realized I can smell you anytime I want.” I prove my point by pressing my nose into his neck and huffing deeply. “My own personal perfume. I want to roll around in your scent and wear it always, is that strange?”

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