Page 53 of Wrangling the Orc Cowboy

“Then suck on them,” I said. “Do whatever you want with them. With me.”

For a minute, he looked like he'd swallowed his tongue. “Everything?”

“I'm not pushing you. Just touching is good. But if you want?—”

“I want it all. Will you let me lick between your legs if I do a good job with your nipples?”

Fuck, yeah. “Of course.”

“Then I will.” His intent focus landed on my nipples again. “These first.” Leaning forward, he ran his tongue across one of them, humming low in his throat.

I almost came right then and there. So wet. I must be dripping. There was something incredibly arousing about his innocence mixed in with his daring.

He flicked his tongue, as if testing the boundaries of what was allowed, tasting the curve of my nipple like it was forbidden fruit. That hesitation only fueled the fire building inside me. When I gasped, arching toward him, something seemed to break loose in Tark, and he groaned low in his throat. His large hands cupped me, pressing my breasts together as he took the full swell of one into his mouth, drawing me deeper into the blaze of pure, unfiltered desire.

His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, rough and hot, the perfect contrast to his fumbling innocence. I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, and he groaned, the rough vibration shooting through me like lightning. It was both clumsy and perfect, the kind of unfettered passion that could only come from someone discovering something they truly desired for the first time. His enthusiasm poured through me, and a moan escaped my lips as heat pooled low in my belly, spreading outward until every inch of me felt alive and tingling.

“You like this?” His words were muffled against my skin, his tusks grazing my nipple as his tongue darted back out to soothe the spot he’d teased. The contrast of sensations sent a shiver straight through me, and I arched into him again, my breath jerking in and out of me as if I'd run a 10K.

I tightened my fingers in his hair. “I love it. Do it some more.”

That seemed to ignite something primal inside him. His hands became more confident, sliding over my sides, gripping me as though he wanted to memorize every curve and texture of my body. He moved to my other breast, his mouth capturing the nipple with a newfound hunger that left me gasping. His devotion to this exploration felt almost sacred, as though he believed worshiping me with his lips and tongue was his sole purpose in life.

Between the heat of his mouth and the care in his touch, I was coming undone. I fell back into the grass, and he followed, caging himself over me. My body writhed beneath his, seeking more contact, more of him. My thighs pressed together, desperate to quell the ache building there, but it only intensified the need. I could feel the strength in his hands, the way they held me but never pushed too far, as if I was something beautiful. It made my heart twist.

“Tark,” I moaned, my voice breaking as he nipped gently at my belly.

With a jerk of my hands, I hitched my pants down. My underwear too. Shucking it all aside and lying back for him to devour.

“Yes,” he breathed. “You're gorgeous. Do you know that orcs have an incredible sense of smell? I can tell that you want me. Only me, right?”

“Always you, Tark. Always.” Nothing and no one else was ever going to compare.

His mouth left my breast, and he kissed downward across my trembling belly before he spread my legs. Easing back onto his haunches, he looked down at the juncture between my thighs. His cock rode his pants, jerking forward in rhythmic moves as if it was trying to seek my hot core.

If only.

He slid his finger through my wetness then curled his hand up, sliding his finger into his mouth. His eyes closed and he released an almost desperate groan before his eyes opened again. “I can put my tongue there?”

Did he think I'd deny him—and me—that pleasure?

“Go ahead.”

His head bobbed in a nod, his cock mirroring the action. Leaning low, he spread my legs wider and crawled between them, glancing up at me as if he thought I'd tell him to back off.

No way. Never.

Then he drove his tongue inside me.

Chapter 16

Tark

My mate tasted delicious. I could devour her every single day of my life. I licked inside her as far as I could reach, trying to keep my cock from exploding in my pants. She'd said I could do anything.

Everything.

And I was going to. This might be my only chance to show her how we could be perfect together.

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