Page 79 of Wrangling the Orc Cowboy

“Let go, Gracie,” I said, my voice strained with effort. “I've got you. Let go.”

Her body convulsed, her passage riding me like…well, a sorhox in full buck. She screamed my name, her voice echoing through the room as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I held her gaze, watching the ecstasy play out on her face, feeling her body shudder beneath me.

I slowed my pace, letting her ride out her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure. Her hands reached up, grabbing onto my sides, her nails digging into my skin. Her body slowly relaxed, her muscles unclenching, her breath returning to normal.

But I wasn't done yet. I still hadn't reached my peak, and I wanted more of her. I wanted to feel her body shatter around me again. Twisting down, I licked her neck. Her damp skin tasted of salt and her unique, sweet essence.

I pulled out of her slowly, and she protested with a soft whimper and eased backward so I could kiss my way down her body, my lips and tongue exploring every bit of her skin. I kissed her breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth, suckling before moving lower. I couldn’t get enough of her hips, her thighs. Her body quivered with anticipation as I moved closer to her core.

Looking up at her, I locked our gazes. Her lips parted, and her heady sigh slipped out. Desire was building inside her again and need blazed in her eyes. I smiled, lowering my head, licking her cleat while she shuddered.

She gasped, her hips bucking. I held her steady, my hands hold her hips as I began to feast on her. My tongue circled her cleat, flicking and teasing, and my coorails hummed, eager to feel her exploding around me again. Her moans filled the roomagain, her hands finding their way to my hair, gripping tightly. Her arousal built, her body responding to my touch. I took my time, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot, paying attention to her body's responses.

I slid a finger inside her, then another, stroking gently, making her groan. Her hips moved in rhythm with my hand, her body demanding more. I obliged, increasing the pace, my tongue and fingers working to drive her toward the peak again.

She tightened around my fingers, her body coiling, ready to let loose. There was so much love and need in her gaze.

A growl rumbled in my chest, and I slowed my rhythm, easing her down from her peak, sliding my fingers out of her. Her body quivered with anticipation as I rolled her onto her stomach. I wanted to see her from behind, to admire the curve of her back and the soft woolasilk of her thighs.

“Tark,” she whispered, looking back at me over her shoulder, her hair cascading around her face in a wild tangle. Desire glazed her eyes, and her lips were swollen from our kisses.

“I'm spreading you wide, love.” Her body was supple and willing, her trust in me absolute. The sight of her submitting so freely sent a new wave of heat coursing through me. I positioned myself behind her, running my hands over her smooth ass, admiring her form.

I grasped her hips, aligning our bodies, and pushed into her slowly, feeling her passage envelop me once more. The hum of my coorails intensified, vibrating through both of us. Gracie moaned, her back arching as she offered herself up to me completely. I began to move, my hips pumping forward in a steady rhythm, each thrust as deep as I dared go.

Her body rocked back to meet mine, her hips swaying. Our moans filled the room, interspersed with gasps and soft cries that spoke of our growing need.

I increased my pace, leaning over her, my belly pressing against her back. One hand moved to her breast, gripping it firmly, while the other slipped between her legs, finding her cleat once more. My fingers worked in time with my thrusts, drawing out more desperate groans from deep within her.

“Tark…” Her voice was a cry for more. Her body was tightening already, her muscles coiling, ready to snap with the intensity of her release. “Move faster. Harder!”

My resistance gave way. She was taking me so well, so beautifully, and I couldn’t resist. I held nothing back, driving into her with a force that made her body shake. The sounds of our flesh meeting drove me out of my mind. I craved her like no other. I would claim her as my mate and my love and my only one.

Her heart pounded beneath me. She shivered, her body responding in a way that amazed me.

“You're mine, Gracie,” I growled. “Mine to love, mine to pleasure.”

She moaned, her body pushing back against mine, her thighs spreading wider, urging me on.

I slid my hand up to her neck, gently wrapping my fingers around her throat from the front. A soft, primal sound escaped her lips, and her body shook with passion. I applied the slightest pressure to her throat and felt my balls bunch tight.

The hum of my coorails was a constant vibration, echoing through the room, jolting sensation through me. Her body was on fire. She was climbing, reaching for that peak, and I was determined to push her over the edge.

“Come for me, love.” My voice came out strained, my body shaking from holding myself back. “Let me feel you.”

Her body gave way, her passage clamping down on me as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She moaned into theblankets. I held her tight, my hand on her throat, my body driving into hers, as I slammed her through her orgasm.

I didn't stop, didn't slow down, just kept moving within her until my own pleasure roared up to meet me. I barked out a bellow that echoed in the room and grunted as I pumped away at her, my eyeballs rolling back in my head.

Finally, my cock was spent. Cum leaked down her legs, and the sight made me grin. I stroked her back.

“Gracie,” I whispered. “My beautiful Gracie.”

Chapter 28

Gracie

We spent the next three days together, me taking videos of every angle of this cute and amazing town and posting them on social media. It had been a blur of dusty boots, golden sunsets, and the best, happiest kind of exhaustion. The kind that came from building something real. Something lasting, not only here but between us.

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