Page 39 of Summoning the Orc

He made his way down my body, that rumbling purr vibrating against me and adding to the relaxation and pleasure I was already feeling. His lips closed on one nipple while his big, strong fingers closed around the other, giving it a little pinch.

I moaned, grinding my still-covered pussy against his other hand, where he was sliding one thick digit across the cotton, between my lips. I was going to combust; I was sure of it.

His suckling became greedier as he ran his fangs over the tender skin of my breast, switching to the other to mark it before he pulled away, his eyes gleaming with possessive fire.

“Mine,” he growled, his green skin contrasting beautifully against mine as he nuzzled his way past my breasts, moving downward and taking my skirt with it, ripping it before I had a chance to protest.

I held my breath in wonder as he stared down at my underwear, licking his lips before leaning down to swipe it with his fangs. It was absolute toast under the onslaught of his teeth, and I watched as he threw the scraps over his shoulder.

His lids went heavy as he buried his face against me, snuffling against my skin, running his face all over me the way he’d done before. He coated himself in my scent with pride, and it just made me wetter. He pressed his tongue against me and the heat made my back arch.

His tongue was molten against me and my legs fell open wider, allowing him to press that thick, talented tongue harder against my pussy. My toes curled as his wide mouth covered me completely, his broad tongue swiping up to my clit until I was asobbing mess under him.

“Oh my Gods,” I whimpered, gripping his hair in my fingers, trying to anchor myself as I came with a scream. I shook under the onslaught of his tongue, adoring it with my whole being. I’d never come like that with anyone else.

His tongue was a revelation that I didn’t think I would ever get used to. It was so thick and wide that it moved over every single inch of me, and when he sucked on my clit again, it was so strong, it sent me into a stratosphere of pleasure that I hadn’t known existed.

I tried to pull him away as the pressure began mounting again, worried about what a second orgasm like that could do to my sanity, but he refused to be budged from his goal, groaning against me as I shook, my pussy throbbing with an earth-shattering pleasure that I wasn’t sure I was going to survive. Rok gave a gravelly laugh, the vibrations of the movements making me sob with another pulse of pleasure.

“Wait, please,” I begged, my thighs trembling and my fingers aching at how tightly I was gripping his hair. “No more.”

His growl was annoyed this time, a scowl on his face as he raised his head with a huff. “More,” he insisted and I shook my head, panting for breath as I released his hair. I’d taken a few strands with me and I was about to apologize when Rok pushed a thick finger inside me that made me bow my back on a gasp.

“Oh!” My eyes went wide with wonder as I rolled my hips for more. “Oh my Gods, yes,” I whimpered, and he ran his tusk over my inner thigh, a grin playing on his gleaming lips.

“You can take more, my mate. You’re begging me for it,” he said with a smugness that he’d earned.

“More,” I agreed, and almost lost my mind as he added a second finger.

“I’m making you ready for me,” he told me, biting the skin of my thigh. I yelped, but the pain was nothing compared to thepleasure running through my body.

“Mine,” he purred, his fingers working inside me until I was a blubbering mess under him.

“Yours,” I agreed, pinching my own nipples, heat flushing through my body as I rode his fingers like my favorite toy. “Please, Rok. Your cock. I need it,” I begged, reaching for him, but he shook his head, keeping himself far enough away that I couldn’t tug him over me.

“One more, Becca. One more,” he told me, his voice a dark promise of everything I’d ever dreamed of.

I think he’s going to kill me.

I dug my nails into the expensive sheets under me, not caring that we were probably making a mess.

“Rok,” I cried, his fingers stroking into me slowly, pressing inside and reaching all the right places.

He took his time, dragging out the delicious pleasure until I felt like he was torturing me.

I felt so full, his two fingers so long and thick that it was more than anything I’d ever had inside me before. If this was just fingers, I didn’t know how I was going to take his cock, but I was going to give it an enthusiastic attempt.

He scissored his fingers open and my moan earned me the press of his lips to my throat. “That’s it, my mate. Feel me inside you,” he growled, and I felt my wetness dripping down. I was certain there was going to be a huge wet spot on the blanket. I was going to have to change the sheets, but I didn’t care.

“Let me suck you,” I pleaded, knowing that if he kept fucking me with his fingers, I was going to come again and then demand that he fuck me.

But first, I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d done for me. The thrusts of his fingers slowed, and that little crinkle that I was already half in love with formed between his eyebrows. His breathing was ragged as he stared at my mouth and I licked mylips to give him a little show. His eyelids dipped low and sensual, but he shook his head.

“Come for me one more time,” he argued, and my lips parted in shock for a moment before he started moving his fingers again, pressing another into me. I cried out, the fit so much tighter than before. “One more time and then I’m going to fuck you,” he told me, and I swallowed hard, struggling to remember what my name was as he used his other hand to remove his belt, the clatter of his buckle sending shivers through my body.

“Rok,” I moaned, keeping my eyes from rolling back in my head as I hyper-focused on what he was revealing to me.

His cock was a brutal work of art. It washuge, the head dribbling a small rivulet of precum that my mouth was watering to taste. The head was almost the size of my fist and I would have crossed my legs if he wasn’t finger fucking me into oblivion.

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