Page 56 of Wrangling the Orc Cowboy

“Ah.” He flashed a smile before his lips smoothed back across his tusks. “I won't lie to you either.”

He shifted his hips back and shoved forward again, pushing more of his cock inside me.

Then he nodded, and with a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

Every inch of him was a slow, delicious burn. He was so big that I felt every ridge, every vein, every pulsing coorail as he filled me. I wriggled, adjusting to his size, my breath jerking in and out of my chest.

“You're still alright?” he asked, concern etched on his face. His body remained tense, his muscles trembling with the effort to hold back. He hadn’t come yet, but it would be okay if he did.

“Yes,” I breathed. “It's a lot. But it feels amazing.”

He nodded, a determined look in his eyes. He pulled back slightly, then pushed in a little deeper. Each movement was slow, controlled, giving me time to adjust to his size. The coorails vibrated, sending ripples of pleasure through me. They teased my inner walls, echoing the sensation in my clit, making me gasp and bow my back to take as much of him as I could.

I looked up, finding his face a mask of concentration and desire. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, and his breaths came in short, sharp pants. It was taking everything he had to go slow. The sight of him, making sure he didn’t hurt me, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.

He pushed in a bit more, then pulled back, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Each drive went a little deeper than the last, and each pull back was a sweet, torturous tease.

I moaned, clutching at his sides. “You feel wonderful.”

A soft groan escaped his lips, his eyes locking onto mine. He was close, deep, yet still holding back. His cock throbbed inside me, pulsing with the same need that was roaring through my veins.

He thrust again, and I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate his girth. It was intense, almost too much, yet not enough. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him pounding into me.

“I need it,” I pleaded, my voice a hoarse whisper. “Go faster. Please.”

He let out a shaky breath. “Are you sure? This is enough. I can stay in place. Move a little if you want. Try not to explode inside you too soon.”

I couldn't wait for him to explode inside me. How amazing that would be.

“You haven't hurt me. But I want to feel you driving hard. Pull out and push it in fast. Try. I'll tell you if you need to stop.”

“Alright,” he pretty much grumbled. “I can do this.”

He slid out and ground forward again, filling me almost to overflowing. I could feel every inch of him, every vibrating coorail. His hips pressed against mine, his body trembling with the effort it took him to hold back.

“You feel incredible.”

He looked down at me, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and amazement. “It's perfect, Gracie. I've never felt anything like this before.”

“Do what feels good to you. I'm along with you.”

“I will.” He began to move, his hips pulling back and then pushing forward in a slow, steady rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, the quivering coorails intensifying the sensation. My body responded, squirting to ease his passage. Gasping, I moved my hips in time with his.

His hand slid to my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure to my core. Then he eased his hand down between us, his fingers finding my clit, stroking it gently in time with his thrusts. The feelings were intense, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Gracie,” he groaned, his voice rough, his body jerking in and out of me faster. “I can't… I can't hold back much longer.”

“Then don't. Let go.”

He let out a shaky breath, and his thrusts became more urgent, his muscles tightening, his body trembling. His cock throbbed inside me, the coorails shaking more intensely.

I clenched my inner walls around him, my breathing jagged. I was close, ready to fall. The sensation of his cock filling me, his fingers on my clit… It was all too much. Pressure built within me, heat spreading along my nerves like a live wire.

He let out a low groan, and he went even faster, pistoning his hips against mine, his cock sinking even deeper.

I could feel his climax building in the tremble of his arms, the way the cords stood out rigid in his neck, and it pushed meall the way to the edge. His coorails throbbed faster, their buzz resonating through me, driving me wild. I dug my nails into his sides, holding on tight. Every thrust sent waves of bliss crashing over me, each one more intense than the last.

“I'm close,” I cried out. “Come with me.”

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