Page 23 of Summoning the Orc

“I want to fuck these,” I told her, looking up at her, and I noticed that she had her sweet lower lip between her teeth as she watched me. She might not know what I was saying, but she was enjoying this.

I’d make sure she fell in love with me touching her. That she craved my hands on her every second of the day. It was the first part of my plan to woo her and I was doing a good job of it so far.

“Let me lick you, Becca,” I murmured and her brows furrowed, but she gave me a dip of her chin. I felt the grin spreading across my lips before I swept my tongue over one pebbled nipple.

Her taste was sublime. I growled low in my throat and sucked it into my mouth, cupping her breasts and pressing them together against my face.

I was going to savor this. She would be worshiped if it was the last thing I did. I moved to the other nipple, absorbed in my task, but the little sounds she was making had me looking up at her.

My Becca’s eyes were closed and her head was tipped back with those pearly white teeth digging in harder to her lower lip. I lifted one hand to her face, cupping her cheek and tugging the lip out from the bite before she could make herself bleed.

She gasped, her brown skin in my green palm so beautiful I felt my chest ache with joy. She blinked down at me and a shy smilespread across her face. It was like a detonator set off in my head. I needed to make my female come and I needed to do itnow.

“I need to see your sweet pussy, my mate. Let me see it,” I pleaded, my hands going to her skirt, lifting it slowly up her legs so she would know what I was asking of her.

She licked her already-moist lips, giving me another nod and I let my instincts take over. I’d swept the material up and ripped the scrap of cloth that was covering her pussy before another thought popped into my head.

Then all I could do was stare at her. Her utter perfection. Her pussy was soaking wet, all but dripping for me. The hair was neat and trimmed, a perfect smattering of softness for me to rub my face against. And herscent.It was the most delicious thing I’d ever smelled in my life. I was going to eat this female every day for the rest of my life.

Lust hit me like a log to the back of the head. I was so close to coming in my pants that I had to reach down and give my cock a painful squeeze. There would be none of that right now.

She was all that mattered. My pleasure was inconsequential. With a deep groan, I buried my face against her, spreading her wetness on it.

I needed to be covered in her. This scent of her lust on my face would tell other males that she was mine and she was well-pleasured. It would make them think twice about approaching her. Until she was covered in myownscent and filled with my cum, she wasn’t claimed, but I had every intention of killing any male who so much as sent her an appreciative look.

I would trail her everywhere she went until she agreed to be mine. To carry my younglings. I growled, moving one hand down to caress her soft stomach. She flinched for a second before relaxing against me.

Yes, you’re going to get used to my touch, female. No more running for you.

I swiped my tongue through her swollen lips, and I listened to my female gasp, her thighs trembling on either side of me.

“I’ll make you feel so good, Becca. Trust me with this and I’ll give it to you every chance I get,” I told her, her sweetness coating my tongue. I groaned, diving my tongue into her until she gripped my hair with one of her hands, a cry leaving her throat.

I was barely aware of the tug on my scalp, lost in her taste and softness. I was going to eat her for hours. The world could be ending around me and I wouldn’t even notice. This was where I was meant to be.

Chapter Sixteen

Becca

I should stop him.

The thought was a flutter in my brain—barely there—as I tipped my head back, pleasure bombarding me. This male was a maestro with a pussy. He’d only just started—taking long licks before pushing his thick, long tongue inside me. I was a clitoral stimulation kind of girl. I always had been.

Yet here I was—my ass in an uncomfortable perch on the back end of a sofa that I was 100% worried would topple with my weight, his tongue inside me, having grazed my clit for maybe one second—already on the edge of the strongest orgasm of my life. Had my body just been waiting for him?

As he drove his tongue into me, the thickness making my eyes cross, I was pretty sure the answer was yes. He started a steady thrust and the tingles began in my toes. The ones that told me I was about to come.

I dug my fingers into his hair, my head tilting back and my mind going blank as I squeezed my eyes shut, focused on the male kneeling in front of me and the magic of his tongue. The orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. My entire bodystiffened and I screamed, still holding onto him as I realized I was falling backward.

I yelped, but he didn’t release me, his hands moving from my breasts to my ass, balancing me once more as I grinded my pussy against his face. The male was a fucking God. There was no other explanation.

He tongue-fucked me through it, and I whimpered as the over-sensitivity started taking over. That didn’t deter him. His sparkling brown eyes with those gorgeous gold flecks met mine and I watched as he latched on to my clit. My eyes widened with trepidation.

Oh no. He can’t possibly expect me to come again afterthat.

It looked like he did, though, as he sucked with intention, his eyes never leaving mine. And I was trapped in his gaze, unable to look away as my treacherous body rallied for a second mind-melting orgasm.

“Rok,” I whispered to him and the curl of his lips was all I needed for my world to explode for a second time, stars shattering behind my eyes as I came. My toes dug into his back and my fingers were all buried in his hair now, trusting him to keep me steady as I shook against him.

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