Page 76 of Guarded By the Orc

Pressing deeper, his hips moved slowly at first, and it wassogood. Sovery, verygood that I was drugged under him, addicted to his cock.

I was going to need this again every hour on the hour. There was no way I could go without this for any period of time.

We were sweating, swearing messes by the time he’d pushed all the way inside. With the stretching that was necessary, I was still awed that he fit inside the first time we did this. Now, though, there was no hint of the aching pressure of last time.

Just the scintillating heat and pleasure. I arched against him,rolling my hips under him, my head tossed back against the sheets. I braced myself when he pulled his hips back, but I wasn’t prepared for when he started to move.

“Oh!” was all I got out before my body exploded, coming hard, squeezing his cock and shuddering while he groaned above me, staying perfectly still. My lips were still parted as he rocked inside me, every inch of me tingling with pleasure—all the way down to my toes.

I was stuffed so full that my eyes rolled back in my head when he started thrusting again. I don’t think I’d ever imagined this level of pleasure in my life.

“Ohfuck,” he gasped, a desperate sound leaving his throat. “More,” he groaned, his eyes screwed shut before he latched his huge hands around me, his big body curving until his teeth sank into the mark he’d placed on me.

“Yes,” I panted against his ear, my pussy fluttering with another orgasm as he fucked me into the mattress. There was a single moment of pure euphoria when his teeth connected us in a way that transcended anything I’d ever felt before. Our souls were tied together.

And that was when I came—like an avalanche. He stilled above me, a roar leaving his throat as he came with me. I squeezed my arms around his neck, never wanting to let go. The gush of his come inside of me was so powerful that it strengthened my own orgasm, and I quaked under Rudgar until his hips finally stilled, tying us together in soaking sheets with murmured praise, lips and bodies entangled.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

My grin showcased the joy that was radiating from inside of me. “And you’re mine.”

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