Page 12 of My Orc Pen Pal

Turned out that ridged tongue was good for all sorts of things.

Unable to help myself, I tipped to one side and reached for that bulge in his pants. It’s pretty difficult to undo a male’s belt, waist button, and zipper, especially when he’s seven feet tall. But Akhmim shifted in a few directions, all without ceasing his ministrations on me.

But when his cock sprang free, I leaned back to admire it.

Nice and thick, a darker green than his skin, with those same ridges. I closed one hand around it, knowing my fingers wouldn’t touch, and he groaned against my skin.

“Gods below, Rosemary, I…” His words ended in an adorable gurgle when I dragged my palm up his cock, then back down again, stroking him.

A pale green bead of precum glistened at the tip. Curious, I caught it on my finger and lifted it to my mouth. “Cinnamon?” I blurted, then scootched back. His cum was cinnamon flavored? “Oh, I need more ofthis,” I announced, bending to cover his cock with my mouth.

But he stopped me with a growled, “No,” his hands clamping on my hips. I lifted a brow in challenge, and he explained, “It is my job to make sure you come at least three times before I find my own release.”

His words, his expression…so serious. So intense. Was this…a rule? Written down somewhere? But then my brain finally caught up with my ears, and I blurted, “Three times?”

Akhmim’s grin was positively wicked.

“Okay,” I breathed, wide-eyed.

He pulled me forward again, then one hand lifted my breast to his mouth once more, as his other hand delved beneath my skirts. I felt like the horniest teenager, making out on the couch while still mostly dressed.

I loved it.

His fingers found my panties, and he groaned against my skin. “So wet,” he whispered, then brushed his tongue over my nipple. “For me?”

“For you,” I agreed, gripping his cock again. I wanted to play with it, but I also didn’t want to violate any rules.Three times?

Then I felt his claw slide along my inner thigh, and I sucked in a breath. It felt the way I assumed his tusk would feel—hard, sharp, cool. Before I could ask, he dragged that claw gently along the soaked gusset of my panties.

“Dkaar, do you have any particular attachment to this pair of underwear?”

“Why?” I gasped, gyrating against him.

“I want to rip it off you.”

Oh.

“Um.” It took a moment to get my brain to work after that erotic image. “Actually, they’re…uh…” I couldn’t focus on anything besides the pleasure radiating from my pussy. “My favorite”

Dimly, I remember pulling them on hours ago…for good luck. Guess they worked. My lucky panties.

Akhmim gave a little growl of satisfaction, and his claw disappeared, replaced by two of his large fingers pushing aside my underwear. “I’ll make do,” he promised. “So wet. I love that.”

He stroked me, and I moaned and rocked against him, holding his cock almost for balance at this point. “I lovethis. Oh my God, Akhmim, I need you inside me!”

I meant his cock, but with a grin, he slid one thick finger into my channel. When I stretched my thighs wider, a second one joined the first, both hooking forward while the pad of his thumb rested on my clitoris.

“Akhmim,” I whimpered, rocking my hips forward. “Please.”

He’d abandoned my breasts at this point, and was watching me, a speck of green in the center of his dark eyes. He looked entranced. Slowly, he curled his fingers inside me, brushing against the inner wall of my pussy.

Oh my God, I wasso close.

Abandoning his cock, I reached up and grabbed his cheeks again, thrusting my hips forward to show him what I liked.

With a slow, wicked grin, he began to move his fingers, the strokes maddening. “You like this, love? You like riding my fingers?”

“God yes,” I groaned. I loved that he apparently talked during sex, checking in with me. “You feel so good inside me.”

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