Page 22 of My Orc (Secret) Boss

Then his hands were on my breasts, and it was time for me to groan. My boobs had never been big, and his hands dwarfed them. But the way they fit in his palms felt just right.

Ifelt just right.

With one movement, he slid the dress from my shoulder and popped my girls free from their containment in the shelf bra, earning a sigh of relief from both me and Memnon. He caught my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and I swear, an electric shock went right to my pussy.

With a gasp, I arched back, dropping my hold on him, which allowed him to lower his mouth to one breast. Had I thought it felt good before when it was just his hand? Adding in his tongue—his amazing, ridged tongue—and tusks felt even better.

I’d always found my nipples to be incredibly sensitive and stimulating, but this? This was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

I rocked against him, my clit already throbbing with need, loving the pressure of his cock against me. My panties were soaked through already, and from the way he growled, he knew it as well.

My pleasure was building. I knew I could get off like this, just grinding against him. But I wanted more.

As if he could read my mind, Memnon’s hand dropped to my thigh. He licked my nipple one last time, then lifted his head. “I want to touch you, Maya.”

“Please,” I whispered, writhing atop him.

He ran his palm up my leg, pushing my dress out of the way, until I felt his thumb rest against the cotton of my underwear.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bending back over my breasts and capturing one nipple in his mouth.

I gasped and rocked toward him, utterly delighted by the warring sensations chasing me. He used the movement to slide my gusset aside and press his thumb against my cleft.

Moaning in pleasure, I gyrated against his touch, welcoming him deeper, deeper.

His finger was thick, but nowhere as thick as my dildo, and I wantedmore.

Another rasp of that ridged tongue, and he moved his thumb to my clit so he could slide his forefinger into me. “Memnon!” My fingers clawed at his shoulders. “Oh myGod, yes.”

I felt him grin as he slid another finger into me, and I gasped, stretching my legs wider so he would fit.

Then he flicked my clitoris with his thumb, and I exploded.

“Memnon!” I yelled, tossing my head back, eyes squeezed shut as my orgasm burst over me. White-hot pulses shot through my entire body as I rocked atop him, my breathing coming in tiny, sucking gasps.

It wasn’t until I finally returned to earth that I realized he was speaking to me. Murmuring in a low voice against my neck in a language I didn’t understand.

He was still stroking my back, comforting me…and I’d never felt so special, so worthy, soloved.

After a while, he lifted his head and met my gaze. His dark gaze was almost entirely consumed by the green glow, and I reared back, not sure how normal this was.

Slowly, he pulled his fingers from me, then took the time to rearrange my panties and my dress, lifting my straps up over my shoulders and tucking in my breasts quickly and efficiently. I watched, dazed, wondering if that meant he wasn’t interested in continuing.

All the guys I’ve been with would’ve continued untiltheygot off. Was Memnon not interested in that?

Inme?

But then his lips twitched, and for the first time, I saw him smile. A small smile, but a real one.

He lifted his fingers, the ones that had been inside me, and licked them, while holding my gaze.

His ridged tongue flicked out again, gathering my spend, in what should have felt naughty…but somehow seemed perfect.

The pizza timer went off.

And Memnon’s smile grew. “I knew you’d be delicious, Blossom.”

Chapter Eight

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