Page 55 of Wrangling the Orc Cowboy

“So much.” I stroked his cheek. “Will you drive that beautiful cock inside me? We can play show and tell later.”

“Coorails,” he said. “The jew-cobb things are called coorails. They vibrate when I’m aroused.”

Amazing. I couldn’t wait to see how that felt inside me.

Tark braced himself above me, his eyes searching mine. I could see the desire, the hunger there, but also feel his uncertainty. My heart ached for him, and I wanted to show him how much I craved him. I traced the lines of his broad shoulders,feeling the smooth, firm skin under my fingertips. His muscles tensed at my touch, and he let out a soft groan.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a sweet kiss. It was slow, exploratory, as if he was already worried about hurting me. I could taste myself on him, a mix of sweet and tangy, and it sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me. His hand cupped my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, teasing it until it peaked under his touch. I arched into him. What he'd done had only whetted my appetite. I wanted more.

He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. Looking down at me, his eyes filled with concern.

“I don't want to hurt you,” he murmured. “You're so small, and I'm…not.”

I smiled up at him, my heart fluttering. “You won't hurt me. I trust you.” I guided his hand between my legs, letting him feel the wetness there. “See how much I want you again already?”

His fingers slid through my slick folds, his eyes never leaving mine. He nodded, determination settling across his jaw.

He'd done a great job already but since he seemed to feel uncertain, why not show him what I liked? I'd never done that with a guy, and not because they instinctively knew. I just hadn't felt confident in sharing anything like that with someone else. But I wanted to tell Tark because he mattered more than anyone else had before.

I guided his hand, showing him how to stroke me, how to circle my clit with the same tenderness he’d shown my breasts. Tark’s fingers were gentle, exploring every inch of me as if he truly wanted to learn what gave me pleasure. His touch sent waves of heat through me, making me gasp and arch into him. He took his time, his eyes locked onto mine, watching my every reaction, learning what made me moan and writhe.

He slipped one finger inside me, then another, his thumb continuing its delicious circles on my clit. The slow, rhythmicmovements had me panting, my heart racing. It wasn’t only the physical sensation; it was the intensity in his gaze, the care in his touch. He was worshipping me, and it was intoxicating.

“Tark,” I whispered. “That feels good.”

He curled his head down, capturing my lips in another deep kiss. His fingers moved in and out of me, curling slightly to hit that perfect spot inside. Pressure built within me, that warmth spreading from my core to every part of my body. But I didn’t want to come like this. I wanted him inside me, filling me completely.

I reached down, but I couldn't reach his cock. He wasn't just broad; he was much taller than me. I could see how hard it was, how thick with those intriguing coorails spiraling around it.

“Can I touch you?” I panted out.

With a nod, he shifted his body up, putting his glorious cock within reach. I stroked him, feeling the vibrations under my fingertips. Tark groaned, his hips moving against my hand.

“Gracie,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I want you so much.”

“Then take me. I’m ready.”

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He shifted his position, his chest and head above me but his cock exactly where I needed it. He guided the head to my entrance. He was big, but I was ready. I lifted my hips, urging him on.

Pausing, he took a deep breath. I could see the effort it took for him to hold back, to not thrust into me all at once. He curled down, capturing my mouth in another kiss as he began to guide his hips forward, the head of his cock nudging inside of me.

I gasped into his mouth as the first bit slid in. He was huge, stretching me, but it felt incredible. He broke the kiss. “Alright?” he asked, his voice strained.

“It feels amazing,” I breathed, digging my nails into his sides. “Give me more, Tark.”

With a nod, he pushed in a little bit, his body shaking, his coorails quivering in a way that was going to shoot me all the way to the stars in seconds. It was like a thousand tiny fingers stroking me on the inside, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit.

He pulled back, then thrust in a little deeper. The vibrations intensified, and I moaned, my body writhing beneath him. He was breathing heavy now, panting, really, and like most virgins, I suspected he’d come before he buried himself deep inside. That was okay. We had today. Tonight. Tomorrow.

Please, the rest of our lives together. I was falling so hard and so fast that there would be no returning from what I was finding with Tark.

“Gracie,” he groaned. “You feel so good. You’re tight. Wet.”

I could tell it was taking a huge effort on his part to hold back. “You're doing great. This is wonderful. All I could ever need.”

“You're sure?” His gaze met mine, his full of desire and a hint of that uncertainty that gutted me.

“I’ll never lie to you.”

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