Page 36 of My Orc in Uniform

He groaned at the same time I hummed. Simbel’s cum was spicy, a flavor I almost recognized… “Cinnamon?”

“Rissa.” His hands closed around my arms. “Do you really want to talk about biology right now?”

I tasted more of him. “I think so, yes,” I quipped.

“Then you need to know that I’m going to make you come so many times.” It was the way he said it, so matter-of-factly, that had my breath catching. “As soon as I’m in you, you’re going to orgasm. Do you understand? It’s part of orc biology.”

I felt myself grinning, even as I continued to stroke him. “An insta-O? I could get behind that.”

“You’re going to get in front of it,” he growled, lowering his mouth to mine.

We ended up on the blanket, his arms wrapped around me. He worshipped me with his hands and his mouth—I ended up on my back, writhing with arousal and anticipation and a hazy sort of bliss.

Dimly, I knew I should be worried about the time, worried about what Patrick was getting up to back home.

But a larger part of me was screaming to shut up and enjoy this. Be reckless for once! Be yourself, dammit, notthe mature and responsible adult you’ve been forced to become!

Guess which part I listened to?

Simbel made love to my boobs. He stroked, he kissed, he caressed. I would’ve never thought his tusks could be so erotic, but holy shit, when they brushed over my sensitive skin, I went nuts.

Then his hand was cupping my pussy, and his mouth was moving lower. He helped me shimmy out of my underwear, then he settled between my legs on his hands and knees. When he looked up at me and grinned, the firelight made his expression seem more feral, and I sucked in a breath in excitement.

“Yes,” I murmured.

It was as much permission as Simbel needed. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, lowered his mouth to my core, and showed me the magic a ridged tongue could perform.

His fingers stroked me as his tongue teased my clitoris, and I squirmed beneath him.

“Simbel,” I whimpered, and he lifted his mouth long enough to peer up along my body, his eyes glowing eerily.

“Dkaar, there’s no one around for miles. If you want to scream, then scream.”

It sounded like the best kind of command. So when he next dragged that tongue of his across my clitoris, while his third finger slid into me, I gasped, then yelled his name.

“Simbel!”

I felt him chuckle against me, and I have to admit, it felt damn good to let myself go like that. So as he curled his fingers forward and found that special spot behind my clit, the g-spot I’d never been able to reach on my own, I did it again.

“Yes! Oh Godyes!”

“That’s it,” he murmured, in between licks. “Let it go. Let yourself go. Come for me,dkaar.”

More licks, more strokes, his tusks scraping deliciously against me…and then his lips closed around my clit, and I felt white lights exploding behind my eyeballs.

I closed my eyes, arched my back, andscreamedas I came around his fingers and tongue.

I don’t know how much time passed before I came back to myself, but he was kissing my inner thighs and whispering praise by the time I could hear past the pounding in my ears.

“Simbel?” I gasped.

He lifted his head, the firelight causing his mouth and chin to glisten. “You did it, love.”

“The hell I did.” I pushed myself up on my elbows and mock-glared at him, my blood still thrumming from that climax. “You promised me your cock.”

“Are you sure—”

“You promised me I’d come just from orc cock,” I said sternly. “Youpromised.”

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