Page 41 of Summoning the Orc

I laid my precious mate back on the bed, watching with awe as she tried to stay plastered against me—but I needed to see her. I needed to be sure she wasn’t in pain. What I found was a tousled goddess, lying on our bed.

Strands of her long hair clung to her face and breasts, the sheen of sweat making her glisten for me. Her eyes were languidpools of pleasure and her kiss-swollen lips were parted. Her breasts were moving with her gasps as she writhed on my cock, and I was frozen in awe.

“Fuck me, Rok,” she begged, and I was incapable of doing anything but obeying.

I can’t believe she’s mine.

But I would count my blessings later. For now, my mate needed what only I could give her. I began moving, thrusting in and out of her again, and I almost lost my balance. This felt so good. She was so tight, and I’d never even imagined something could feel this good in my wildest dreams.

The growl leaving my chest was involuntary as I stared down at the rapture on my female’s face. I adjusted my hold on her, bracing my knees on the softness of the bed, ensuring that I had enough leverage for a solid thrust forward. The force that I used pushed us both upward along the bed.

If I’d been worried about hurting her with the move, I realized I was wrong right away. My female’s pussy almost squeezed the cum out of me as she cried out, arching her back, and trying to dig her little nails into my forearms. The difference in our sizes was all the more apparent from where her tiny arms couldn’t even get a good hold on me.

I looked down to where we were connected and groaned, the tingle starting in my spine that told me I was going to come.

Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

My mate’s pussy clung to my cock and it was glistening with her juices as I pumped in and out of her. With every inward thrust, I saw her soft stomach move and my lips spread in a feral grin.

My seed’s going straight into her womb.

I wanted her pregnant this first time. I wanted my son or daughter inside her, binding me to her without a single doubt. The image of her swollen and pregnant with our child wasenough to shove me off the ledge I’d been teetering on. I stopped being careful now, insteadfuckingmy mate. She screamed, her pussy strangling my cock as she came, my name a garbled sound on her lips.

I felt the first spurt inside her, a yell leaving my throat as my balls throbbed, tightening almost to the point of pain. My orgasm was like a blow to the back of my head as my hips snapped forward. I filled her, falling forward onto my female and she gave a muffled scream, coming again, her legs shaking as they wrapped around me, squeezing me close and rolling her hips, riding out her orgasm before melting under me.

It was long, exhausted moments before I realized I was squashing my mate. I scrambled up at once.

“Becca?” I asked, cupping her precious face in my hands. “Are you okay?”

Her eyes blinked open in a lazy display before a contented smile spread across her face. “Never better,” she murmured with a happy sigh before her eyes closed again and she fell asleep with her face still in my hold.

I released a disbelieving laugh, nuzzling my face against hers before looking down at where my cock was only just deflating, slipping free from my sleeping female in a gush of cum. I grinned as I dipped my fingers inside her, tucking some back in, as she squirmed against me with a low moan.

If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Becca

Waking up, surrounded by heat and the intoxicating scent of my mate, I sighed and snuggled my ass backward against his hard cock. He grunted, his arms tugging me tighter against him. I was the little spoon, and I was sweltering—this male threw off heat like a forge—but I’d never felt so comfortable in my life.

Other than the throbbing ache between my legs.

I winced, knowing that I’d need some time to get used to Rok’s size. I was certain I was up to the challenge, though, and I turned in his arms to look at his sleeping form.

He grumbled, his brow furrowing, but I smoothed it out with my finger, and he was soon back to sleep. The ache in my chest as I stared at his long lashes fanning over his cheeks and the perfectly etched notches in his tusks told me that I was falling hard.

Falling? Girl, you’re already flat on your face.

I tucked a lock of his long, lustrous hair behind his ear,my heart melting as he nuzzled against my touch. He stirred, bundling me closer and burying his face against my throat. His deep inhale followed by a contented sigh was all I needed to take that final tumble.

Damn it. I love him.

I stroked my fingers through his hair, feeling like a sticky mess, but knowing that he wouldn’t release me unless he was in a deeper sleep. When his breathing became steady, I carefully extricated myself from his arms.

His annoyed grumble had me smothering a giggle as I tiptoed my naked ass to the bathroom. A shower later, and I was still walking bowlegged as I made my way to the kitchen. I was just scrambling eggs in a pan when my phone rang. Answering, I grinned at who was calling.

“You hoochie,” my best friend told me, “you couldn’t even keep it in your pants for two nights.”

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