Page 35 of My Orc (Secret) Boss

Well, I could play his game.

Smirking, I bent over his thigh again. Only this time, I didn’t hide the way my fingers crept toward his cock. I even nonchalantly brushed it out of the way so I could knead the muscles of his inner thigh through his boxer shorts, taking care to stroke the back of my fingers along the underside of his ridges.

It worked. With a muffled groan, Memnon shifted under my ministrations.

Taking pity on him, I wrapped both my hands around his cock andsqueezed, gratified to see a spot of moisture appear on the cotton of his boxers as he released a long, low groan.

This was too tempting.

In one movement, I yanked down his boxers and pulled out his cock, exposing it to the noon sunshine. It was just as beautiful as I remembered; a darker green than the rest of him, the concentric ridges growing in width as they reached his base. And at the head, he was already weeping pre-cum.

I knelt over him and dragged my hands down his length, spreading that moisture along his ridges, my pussy clenched at the thought of taking his thickness inside of me.

Oh God, yes. I’d been ready for so long.

Unable to help myself, I bent over him, my mouth opening to taste him. He growled as my lips enveloped his cock, and his hand went to the base of my braid…although I wasn’t sure if he was going to push me down or pull me off.

I hurried to push his thickness past my tongue, but when I did, a flavor burst through my mouth. Cinnamon?

Orc cum tasted likecinnamon?

I made a mental note to ask about that.

Later.

Oh God, later.

I couldn’t fit too much of his cock in my mouth, but that didn’t stop me from trying. The first three sets of ridges passed my lips, and I used the back of my tongue to tease his tip as I stroked the rest of him with my palm.

His fingers tightened through my hair.

“Fuck, Maya,” he groaned, and I felt his muscles tense, as if he wanted to thrust upward into my mouth.

Yes.

I tried to murmur my agreement, but all that emerged was a kind of garbled groan. Which, admittedly, fit what I was feeling, especially when his other hand rose to cup my ass. His fingers brushed aside my skirt to rest against my wet panties.

“Such a good girl,” he rasped. “Wet already. Wet for me.”

I hummed in agreement, my head bobbing, desperate to bring him the same pleasure he’d brought me…

“Wet for your Mate,” he groaned, his fingers brushing against me. “Taking your Mate’s cock so deep? You’re showing me how you want it.”

I arched my back, pushing my pussy against his fingers, trying to show him exactlywhereI wanted his cock.

“Dammit, Blossom, you’re killing me.”

I felt…powerful. Powerful and sexy and in control, which was amazing, considering he was twice my size. I wanted this. But I had to make certainhewanted this for the right reasons…

Memnon tugged my hair to pull me off, and I didn’t fight it because I needed to hear him consent.

“Maya, if you don’t stop—” he began, but I interrupted by rising far enough to clamp my hands around his cheeks and pull him to face me.

“I want this, Memnon,” I began seriously, breathlessly. “God knows how much I’ve wantedyou. But you have to tell me you’re not just letting me do this because you feel obligated?—”

He cut me off with a growl, pushing up and away until he was on his knees as well. “This isn’tobligation, Maya.” He grabbed the hem of his shirt and ripped it upward, revealing those amazing muscles. “Here and now, you’re not my boss.” He spread the huge shirt over the grass. “I’m not your—I dunno, landlord,” he bit out, reaching for my sundress. “You’re myMate, Maya, and I’m yours.”

Landlord?

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