Page 19 of Orc's Mate

“Alright.” I’d never speak again as long as her fingers didn’t stop wandering down across her belly.

She lifted her knees and parted her thighs, and I clenched my jaw tight to keep from groaning. Her fingertips teased across the top of her thigh. When she parted her folds and placed one on her clit, my cock smacked against my abs.

“You should pleasure yourself,” she said, her voice containing a huskiness that shot straight through me. “Then you won’t have to run around with a staff in your pants.”

“How do you know I’m aroused?”

“It could be an assumption on my part, but I know men even if I haven’t been intimate with them. There’s no one back at the village I could do this with who wouldn’t become stiff.”

“You’re right. I’m completely enthralled by you, mate. All I can think of is sinking my cock into your hot, wet passage, of driving hard while stroking your clit until you shatter.”

“You’re talking.”

My grin slipped out. “I apologize. I’ll stop.”

“Focus on your cock, and I’ll do . . . this.” She slipped a fingertip from her other hand inside her wetness. While rubbing her clit, she pumped the finger in and out. Her breathing picked up, and I didn’t have to touch my cock for it to explode.

Releasing it from my loincloth, I clutched it.

“You’re incredibly wet,” I growled. The slurping sound her finger made was driving me out of my mind. “You like pumping your finger. Try two.”

Her finger stopped. “I haven’t done that before.”

“See if you like it. If not, you can back off to one again.”

“Ah, yes.” Another finger joined the first, moving deep inside her while her other hand tended to her clit. “It feels even better.”

“Try three,” I growled.

“Are you stroking yourself?”

If I did, I’d come. I wanted to hold back, to do it when she did even if I wasn’t buried within her at the time. “Three fingers.”

A smile flitted across her face before it smoothed once more. She pumped three fingers inside her tight little passage. “This feels good. I like the thickness. Funny how I didn’t think of this before.”

“My cock is thicker and longer than your fingers.”

“And I know where you want to put it. Stroke yourself!”

“Very well, mate. At your command.”

While I pumped my engorged cock, she continued to lazily glide her fingers in and out of her channel while rolling her clit.

“Can I use some of your wetness?” I asked.

A frown crossed her pretty face. “For what?”

“If I rub myself too hard, I could get a rash.”

“Well, then don’t rub it too hard.”

“If I don’t, I’ll continue to have as you said, a staff in my pants.”

“You can use some of my wetness, since I appear to be generating a lot of it, but don’t do anything you shouldn’t.”

I was going to die if I didn’t get to touch her. “I’ll just . . .” Leaning close to her, I slid my finger in with hers. So tight. So wet. My cock jerked upward, very close to blasting.

Her breath caught, and she pumped her hips up as I shifted my finger, making sure to stroke her inner walls. I pulled it out and slide it down my cock, nearly exploding, before sliding it back inside her.

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