Page 77 of Wrangling the Orc Cowboy

His hands slid down, his fingers hooking behind my knees. He spread my legs, opening me up to him. I felt vulnerable,exposed, but the way he looked at me, like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, made me feel amazing.

He settled between my legs, his broad shoulders nudging my thighs wider. His breath felt hot against my center, and I squirmed, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, then another, and another, moving closer to where I needed him most.

“Tark,” I breathed, gripping the sheets.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you want, Gracie.”

“I want… I want you to lick me. There.”

“Your cleat?”

Cleat…?

I’d explain later. “Yes, there.”

“It’s yours.” A growl rumbled in his chest, and he dipped his head, his mouth covering my clit. I gasped, my hips bucking off the bed as his tongue stroked across me, circling my clit slowly. Pleasure shot through me, hot and sharp.

“Good?” he asked, his voice muffled.

“So good,” I managed to say. “Don't stop.”

His tongue moved faster, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me still. Flames coiled within me, the heat building, arching through me.

Tark's mouth was relentless, his tongue circling and flicking, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I writhed beneath him, stroking his hair, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. When I thought I couldn't take anymore, he slid one thick finger inside me.

I moaned, arching my back, as he began to move his finger in and out. The sensation of him filling me, even only this much, was almost more than I could bear.

“Yes,” I whispered.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense. “Like this?” He slid a second finger inside, stretching me until I felt like I'd burst.

I nodded, my lips parted. “Just like that. Please don't stop.”

He lowered his head again, his tongue moving in time with his fingers. He curled them slightly, hitting a spot that sent a surge of pressure through me. It built, the flames coiling tighter and tighter in my core, but he kept me on the edge, not letting me tumble over.

His fingers moved faster, his tongue working me hard. My body kept tensing, my muscles coiling, ready for release. But every time I got close, he'd slow down, bringing me back from the brink.

“Tark,” I gasped, my body slick with desire, my heart pounding in my ears. “Please.”

He looked up at me again, his eyes smoldering. “Not yet. Let’s make this last.”

I whimpered, my body aching for release, but he smiled, his fingers and tongue continuing their delicious torture. He slid his fingers deeper, crooking them just so, hitting that spot again and again. When he added another finger, my groan rang out. He pumped them fast, driving them deep while his tongue continued its relentless pace, his lips sucking, sending electric bolts through me.

But every time I got close, he'd slow down, bringing me back to the bed and reinforcing my need. It was maddening. It was delicious. It was everything I never knew I needed.

Tark slid his fingers out of me. He rose above me, his body silhouetted against the window. Moonlight outlined his stiff cock, the coorails and their beads pulsing with a life of their own. After sliding off the bed, he tugged me to the side. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer.

As he loomed over me, I finally understood the purpose of the orc-sized beds. The height of it, which had seemed odd before, now made perfect sense. It aligned our bodies perfectly, his hips level with mine as he stood on the floor.

Tark stroked my clit with one hand, his touch sending blasts of pleasure through me. With the other, he guided the tip of his cock to my entrance. He paused, looking down at me with a mix of love and need. Heat radiated off him, the hum of his coorails vibrating against my sensitive skin.

He pushed the tip inside, and I gasped at the wonderful sensation. He was thick, long, and the hum of the coorails added a layer of pleasure I'd missed since we'd been together in the meadow. He held himself there, his body tense, as he continued to stroke my clit, his fingers circling, teasing.

I writhed beneath him, my hips bucking as I tried to take more of him. But he held back, his control so much better than mine.

“Tark,” I begged, my voice ragged. “I need all of you.”

He leaned down, curling his body to steal a kiss. His tongue mimicked the actions of his fingers, stroking and teasing. Tension bounded together in his body, the strain of his control showing in the creases on his face and his muscles cording. His cock pulsed at my entrance, the hum of the coorails growing louder, more insistent.

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