Page 37 of My Orc in Uniform

“Not just any orc cock.” He pushed himself up and reached for me. “Mine.”

I burrowed into his arms. “Only yours,” I promised.

“Mate, I’m going to make you scream again.” He rolled onto his back, until I was straddling him. “If you’re ready.”

The fire was still blazing, the sky was still magnificent. I was still me, and Simbel was still the male I loved.

I was ready.

Smiling in certainty now, I positioned myself over him. His fingers had stretched me in a comforting way and, let’s be honest, I’d given birth half a lifetime ago. I wasn’t worried about taking his thick orc cock, and I was excited about those ridges.

As I steadied myself against his chest, his hands cupped my ass cheeks, spreading me… The tip of his cock settled at my entrance, and I lowered myself, breathless with anticipation.

The first ridge slid inside me, and I groaned. Then the next, and the next, each one better than the last…but I frowned down at Simbel. “I was promised an insta-O.”

Grinning, he tightened his hold on me and thrustupward, spearing me completely, until I was seated flush atop his cock…and the orgasm hit me immediately.

“Siiimmmmbeeel!”

As I spasmed around him, it was all I could do to keep myself upright. He continued to move, thrusting upward with the tiniest movements, moving just one or two ridges in and out of me.

“Oh God,” I whispered, eyes closed. “Oh my God.”

His movements increased, his thrusts growing deeper, his fingers stroking my skin. And after a long moment, the bliss stretching, I realized he was murmuring to me.

“Look at you, Rissa. Gods below, you’re amazing.”

I opened my eyes, and he was staring up at me with something I could only classify as wonder. My body was still thrumming with my second orgasm, but I leaned forward, taking my weight on my hands and knees.

It seemed to be the only encouragement he needed. With a little growl, his pace increased, until he was slamming upward into me, each plunge accompanied by praise.

“Look at you, taking my cock like such a perfect Mate. You don’t know how perfect you are,dkaar. Mine.Mine.”

“Yours,” I whispered, in a haze of pleasure.

I couldn’t tell you how long I floated there, my body being primed with each of his thrusts, until the familiar pressure had built to almost impossible heights.

Again.

Fucking again? This male was making me feel things I’d never experienced before—never thoughtpossible.

I wantedmore more more.

“Simbel,” I gasped, and he grinned in the firelight.

“My Mate is ready to come again?”

I couldn’t believe it. “Please?”

“My pleasure.”

One of his hands tightened on my ass, and I could feel the press of his claws against my skin. But the other hand reached around the front and stroked my curls. “Such a perfect Mate,dkaar, taking my cock like this. Like you were made just for me.”

At that moment, I felt as if… “I was,” I promised. “Yours.”

No matter what the future would bring, Simbel had ruined me for all other males. I would belong to him for the rest of my life, even if he walked away.

But then the knuckles of his first two fingers caught my clit, and I hadn’t realized such a thing was possible. I gasped. “Yes.”

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