Page 16 of One Night with Her Grumpy Orc

Chapter 10

Grev

Every luscious curveis a dream. Every pant and gasp of pleasure from Betty is a firestorm straight to my heart. And my cock. I like her here, pressed up against the wall, but since our first time was on the floor of a frozen library, maybe tonight should be more comfortable.

“Bed?” I ask, meaning,which way. I could throw her over my shoulder and wander around, but I’d rather not waste time. Her arm points behind my head. Behind it is. Lift her up, her legs wrap around my waist, her arms around my neck, like we’ve practiced this before, and I carry her down the hall to the room that smells like Betty.

If there were an award for the most stereotypical bedroom based on outside perceptions, I think Betty would win. Her room is mostly tidy. Simple, clean lines. A floral blanket on the bed that isn’t ostentatious. Lots of peaceful blues and deep greens. A splash of pink, like her lips.

But the thing that tells me for sure that this is Betty’s room is the leaning tower of books by her bed. On the wall is a bookshelf full of books. Next to her bed, there’s a petite lamp, a lotion jar, and a stack of books. The top one is upside down to hold its place. Surprising.

On the floor in front of the bedside table? More books. Almost as tall as the nightstand itself. I don’t eyeball the titles right now; I have more important things to do. But it is very hard not to trip over the third stack that’s at the foot of her bed.

“Careful!” Betty squeaks when my foot kicks the books. Falling forward, we land on the bed together, me squishing her. Loving the thickness of her under me.

“Lot of books,” I grunt as I push off her to relieve her of her pants.

“Comes with the territory,” she says as she pulls her sweater off, revealing a black bra and panties.

Her voluptuous curves that I want to map and study for the rest of my life. I can feel the rumble through my body, like tremor of the Earth’s surface. I want to roar my possession of her, that she’s mine. My cock tries to leap free, and I’m inclined to let it be the boss.

“Come here. I want you,” she whispers, her hands out in a grabby motion. Crawling up to her, I take my time, letting my tongue trail along one thigh, then the other, pausing long enough at her clit to tease her through the flimsy fabric. Making my way north to her lips, there’s a slight deflation when I leave her apex.

“I’ve been imagining this for a long time,” I say, nipping at the fabric at her breasts. They’re so full, so delicious. Her nipple pebbles through the fabric, and I run the smooth edge of my tusk against it, enjoying the whimper of pleasure that comes from her. Her hands are still grabby, pulling me against her, pushing my hips into hers.

I hover, my cock hanging, resting against her clit, but providing no friction. Her desperation as she wraps her legs around me, digging her heels into my ass to lower myself onto her, is adorable. “You’re persistent. I like it,” I say, almost chuckling.

“Please, Grev, I need you against me. Inside me.” At herplease, my cock thumps harder. The word on her lips is honey to me, dripping slowly down to my heart.

“You want this?” I ask, lowering, pressing my cock against her clit and lower part of her stomach. Precum leaking onto both of us. She nods frantically as she moves her hips.

I lift myself back up. “Say the words,” I say, then kiss her.

“Grev,” she pants, pushing on my shoulders to get space between our lips. “I need you inside of me. Now.” Her growl is delightful.

Leaning back, I grab her panties with both hands and rip, letting the fabric fall away, like the wrapping showcasing my present. A grunt of satisfaction as I notch my cock at her entrance, then a sigh of satisfaction at her wet, hungry heat.

I push into her. Betty’s back arches, her eyes shut, breath a quick pant. She is a thing of beauty to behold. “Take more of me, my good girl,” I say, pulling out and pushing in again, a thumb pressing on her clit.

The whimper that escapes her is magic. Her nails digging into my arms and shoulders are a spell. Kisses along her jawline up to her ear. Then back the other way. My tusks drag gently along her cheeks. She arches her neck at me, attacking my lips with her own plump, sweet ones.

Her trembling thighs widen more, her welcoming hips moving in rhythm. Another thrust. I’m in, all the way. “Gods, you feel so good, so right.”

There’s a magic that happened that night in the library. And it’s repeated here. Whole pieces of me come alive with excitement, potential, pure joy at the moment and at Betty. That she would ever entertain being with an orc like me. It’s proof miracles happen.

We move together, sweating despite the frozen night outside, and find our bliss together. When she brings a leg up between us, pinning it between herself and my shoulder, I shudder in wonder at her flexibility and in an attempt not to finish before her.

Shifting, I bring my hand up to her nipple, twisting it between my fingers. “One day, our orcling will suckle here,” I say with amazement in my voice.

Betty freezes her movements. Her eyes open, staring at me. “Grev,” she whispers as she shifts, her leg coming down so she can prop herself up on her elbows. “Orcling?” Her eyebrow does that arched thing it does when someone at the library makes excuses for why their books are late. It’s sexy as hell, and my cock twitches to tell her so. Rightly, she ignores it.

“I didn’t know you want babies. Are you making a promise to me?”

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