Page 25 of My Orc Pen Pal

He groaned, his head dropping back to the blanket, but he held my gaze as I planted one hand on his shoulders, leaned back to grasp his cock, and positioned it at my weeping entrance.

“Do you remember what I said about this?” he rumbled.

“That as soon as your thick cock is deep inside of me, I’m going to come?” As the pulse at the base of his throat jumped, I winked. “I remember.”

It had kept me up at night dreaming about it, honestly.

But when I lowered myself on him, each ridge sliding inside of me in the most amazing way, it was like nothing I’d dreamed of. I was stretched, stimulated, every inch wrenching a gasp from me...

Until I was fully seated, and my second orgasm caused me to scream wordlessly and arch backward.

Had I thought the first one was good? This one, with his cock actuallyinme, giving my inner muscles something to grasp, was even better. And the way he touched me, his hands roaming over my skin as he murmured words of praise? Even better.

“So beautiful. Gods below, you’re perfect,dkaar. Just look at you, coming on your Mate’s cock, taking what you deserve from it.Fuck, Rosemary, you’re magnificent. I need to move, love. I want to move…”

“Move,” I gasped in command, rocking my hips to show him what I thought would feel good. Good? Pretty sure sparks hit the back of my eyeballs, and I gasped again.

Akhmim held my hips and thrust up into me, each motion slow and deliberate. I loved the way his glowing eyes pierced mine, as if he could pin me there. I didn’t want to blink; our connection felt as if it was wired directly through my nipples and down to my clitoris.

I leaned forward, planting my hands on his shoulders and lifting myself on my knees, which allowed him a greater range of movement. I felt him plant his feetso he could thrust upward, each plunge dragging those delicious ridges along the most sensitive parts of me.

My body was still humming from my orgasm, so it took me a while to realize the pressure—the pleasure—was growing again. Or maybe it had never left. I curled my fingers around Akhmim’s shoulders and tried to pull myself closer while simultaneously pushing myself down on his cock.

He understood, because of course he did. With a low growl, he lifted his head and shoulders off the blanket, leaned upward…and caught my nipple in his mouth.

Holy crap.

I mean, my nips were sensitive, yeah. But seeing them dangling like this, where he could grab them with his mouth?Hot. And his wicked tongue was teasing the nipple in a way perfectly reminiscent of what his cock was doing to me, and I felt… I felt like I was getting it from both ends.

Overwhelmed, my eyes fluttered closed on a moan.

His hand caught my breast so he could hold it in place as he murmured to me in between kisses and licks. “That’s it,dkaar.” He grunted as his thrusts turned frantic. “So good. Gods below, so good.Staam’fallak m’keena, dkaar. So perfect!”

I didn’t know what he was saying, but itwasperfect. Damn perfect. I loved how close he sounded to losing control. That, more than anything, sent me closer to the edge. I wriggled against him, and his hand dropped from my breast to my curls.

“Come for me, love,” he commanded, gently rubbing my clit with his knuckles. “Come on your Mate’s cock.”

With a wail, I obeyed.

Mate.

I came again, squeezing, milking his cock, gasping as he slid in and out of me, torturing me with those ridges. This orgasm stretched, building even higher with each plunge, which shouldn’t be possible, until I thought I was going to pass out.

Akhmim froze, buried deep inside me, as I finally wrung out the last stages of pleasure. My eyes slowly opened, dazed…

And he growled, reached around behind me, and pulled his cock from me. I felt a moment of confusion, but then he was pressing it against the cleft of my ass, thrusting once…

When he came, heroared. A wordless roar that seemed to shake the rose garden, and made me laugh, because his cum hit my shoulder blades. Another thrust, another spurt, and another, and I knew my back was covered in his seed.

Itshouldhave been gross.

Instead, as I curled up on his chest, comforted by the cinnamon scent of his cum, I felt…protected. Safe. Sated.

Claimed.

Despite the stickiness on my back, Akhmim wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to his chest. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

“Yeah...”

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