Page 35 of Loved By the Orc

“Come here—cuddle me!” I demanded. “But first take off your jeans!”

He did as I asked, but I noticed that he left his underwear—which were black boxer-briefs—on. I started to protest, but he shook his head.

“No, baby—let me at least get you ready first. Then you can decide if you like what you see of not.”

“Get me ready? How?” I asked frowning as he climbed on the bed with me.

“Like this,” he growled. And reaching for me, he wrapped his massive hands around my waist and lifted me.

“Oh, Tark! What…what are you doing?” I gasped, but I had my answer soon enough. He was lying flat on his back and positioning himself so that I was straddling his head.

“There,” he growled, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes. “Now we’re ready.”

“Ready for what?” I squeaked.

“Ready for this, Babygirl.” And tugging on my hips, he pulled me lower until my pussy was positioned right over his mouth.

“Oh…oh, Tark!” I gasped. “Don’t—I’ll smother you!”

He gave a hungry laugh.

“Then fucking smother me, baby. I can’t think of a better way to go!” His eyes roved over my body and went half-lidded. “Goddess, look at that soft little pussy, just begging to be tasted! Can’t wait to feel you coming on my tongue.”

“I mean it,” I protested, still resisting as he tugged on my hips. “I’ll crush you!”

He barked another laugh.

“Have you seen how big I am, baby? There’s no way you can crush me with your soft, curvy little body. Now come on—if you want a look at what I have down below, I need to taste you first. Just in case one thing leads to another.”

I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but I finally allowed him to tug me down until my pussy was in contact with his mouth.

I heard a low growl of approval and then I moaned in surprised pleasure as his warm, wet tongue invaded me. Leaning forward, I gripped the top of the headboard, trying to keep my balance as he began licking me in earnest.

“Oh…ohhh!”I heard myself moaning as I felt his tongue sliding deep inside me and then swiping up to tease my aching clit.

At first I tried to grip the top of the brass headboard and keep myself from putting too much pressure on him, but Tark wasn’t having that. With a low, possessive growl, he gripped my hips even tighter and brought me down, insisting that I sit fully on his face without holding back.

I probably would have killed a human man that way, but a full-blooded Orc is a whole different kind of male. Tark seemed to be having no difficulty at all handling my weight—in fact, he seemed to love it. He was making low, hungry growling sounds as he ate me and Ibegan to feel more free when I realized how much he was enjoying himself.

Gripping the top railing of the brass headboard harder, I began to ride him—pressing my pussy fully against his mouth. Somehow he managed to keep from cutting me with his tusks, though I could feel them bracketing my pussy as I rubbed against him.

My pleasure was already building and I began to get nervous when I realized how close I was to coming. Was I going to faint again? I thought I could feel a faint tingling in my fingertips but when I looked at them, I couldn’t tell if they were glowing or not.

I would have stopped the big Orc if I could have, but by that time Tark was completely unstoppable. His long fingers were curled around my waist and his tongue was lashing me, teasing my swollen clit until I couldn’t help myself anymore.

“Oh….oh, Tark!”

Suddenly, I was coming—coming so hard I was seeing stars flashing in front of my eyes. I gasped and rubbed myself against his wet tongue shamelessly as I gripped the headboard even tighter. Oh God, it felt so good…sofucking good!

I felt power running through my body as I went rigid with pleasure, my toes curling and my back arching. What was happening? What was I doing?

But when I finally opened my eyes, feeling apprehensive to see what my magic might have done, nothing looked different. The shiny brass headboard was still the same as far as I could see and Tark seemed fine—though he showed no signs of stopping.

“Tark, please!” I moaned, trying to pull away as his tongue lashed my overly sensitive clit again. “I need a minute before you make me come again!”

He finally heard me because he loosened his grip on my hips and I was able to pull away from his mouth. When I looked down at him, his eyes were blazing and his lips were wet with my juices.

“Gods, Babygirl—fucking love the way your soft little pussy tastes!” he growled.

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