Page 24 of Glory Troll

Moving us over to his bed, I sat down, enjoying the feeling of him pressing down on my dick.

If nothing else happened tonight, I’d be the luckiest Troll in the forest.

“Can we relax for a bit?” he spoke into a brief pause of our kiss and I stopped immediately. “No,” he whined.

Opening my eyes at him, I saw the cutest little pout on his lips. “I meant relaxing on the bed, not stopping.” His furious blushdousing his face in a deep, beetroot red was the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

“Let’s relax, then.” I grinned, trying to make the word sound as dirty as possible.

Yes, I wanted to relax my fingers around his cock, relax his ass with my tongue. Anything he was okay with.

Ollie struggled off my lap, not meeting my eyes, and tore at his jeans buttons.

“Hey.” Gently taking hold of his wrists, I stopped him from undressing further. “We don’t have to do anything else, okay? Whatever you’re comfortable with tonight is perfect.” I raised his hands and kissed his palms softly.

I guessed his head was in the way. In the forest where nobody might hear us, he had been free to let himself go.

“Okay,” he repeated, touching his fingertips to my cheek. “I like you so much,” he breathed.

“So do I,” I whispered back, rubbing my nose over his palm, desperate to douse him in my scent.

“Lie down on the bed.”

I did as he asked, a low rumbling growl of pleasure sounding in my chest when he climbed on top of me and kissed me deeply.

The kiss turned scorching within seconds, despite me assuring him nothing had to happen. But by the Gods. He was rutting into me, rubbing his cock up and down my length, and I couldn’t stop my hands from gripping his ass and grinding him down on me.

More friction. That’s it.

“Take my trousers off,” he groaned into my mouth and raised himself up into a sitting position, straddling my hips the way he had when he let me inside his body.

Slowly feathering my fingertips down his chest, I took my time undressing him. My hands ghosted over his bulge, making him moan with pleasure. Then I popped the buttons on his jeans, pulling him down on my chest to take them off.

“Everything,” he gasped, and I took hold of his boxers, too.

When he sat up once more, buck naked this time, his dick half hard with nerves, I guessed, I held him by the hips and stared. I’d never exactly fucked around, but at twenty-eight had had my fair share of partners. Never had anyone taken my breath away, never had they made me want to thank Lord Thor for my good fortune, or worship at their altar for all eternity.

‘The mate bond is as old as the Troll kind themselves, Bo August,’ I heard my grandmother’s voice in my head. As old as Ask and Embla.

I didn’t realise him deflating under my scrutiny until I somehow came back to my senses.

I should get up, get back to my room, and stay as far away as possible from him until we left. But I knew it was already too late. Had known out in the woods, perhaps even in Port Cillean.

The magic has begun its work.

“You are stunning, älskling,” I whispered, touching every bit of naked skin I could reach except for his dick.

His skin flushed under my hands, and I watched him harden with every brush of my fingers. Ollie’s hands dug hard into his thighs. I loosened their grip, kissing his fingertips.

“Show me how you please yourself,” I breathed into his skin. When sceptical eyes met mine, I grinned up at him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t just be watching you.” Taking hold of his hips, I easily lifted him up.

It was his turn to gape at my face between his thighs. “Are you serious?” he huffed, but fisted his dick anyway, giving it a slow upward stroke.

“Never been more serious in my life. Hold on to the headboard if it gets too much,” I suggested before moving my body a little lower still, rubbing my nose all over his tight nuts.

“Oh fuck,” he cursed, jerking his dick slowly, dragging his foreskin over his tip a little with every stroke and I watchedhypnotised as he spread the first beads of precum over his slit with his thumb.

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