Page 32 of My Orc Pen Pal

“Good.” I lifted my head to peer down at her. “That is the correct answer during one’s wedding night.”

“Yes, but…” Her frown was a pretend one, I could tell, but I responded the way she wanted.

“What is it? What do you need,dkaar?”

With a sigh, she confessed, “Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about your cock.”

“What about my cock?” I asked sternly.

She peeked teasingly up at me. “We can’t becertainyou’ve planted a kitling in my womb yet, right? We should probably try again.”

I twitched a brow at the same time my cock began to throb. “You want me to fuck you again?”

“If it’s not too much trouble,” she said too-innocently. “And maybe two or three times after that.”

When I growled and rolled over, taking her with me, my Mate burst into laughter.

I pinned her and nuzzled at her breasts. “I suppose I need to make my wife happy.Work, work, work.”

Her arms rose around my neck. “I love you, Akhmim.”

“And I loveyou, my Mate,” I told her seriously.

As she drew her mouth down to mine, her lips curled wickedly. “Best. Pen pal.Ever.”

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