Page 75 of Rough Riding Orc Cowboy

I tilted his chin, guiding his lips back to mine. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”

I'd never asked for anyone completely before, never dared to want someone like I did Ruugar. I didn’t want fear or barriers between us. I wasn’t only asking for his body. I was letting him see what I had never given anyone else: all of me.

Ruugar's eyes darkened, a mix of desire and restraint. He trailed kisses down my body, paying special attention to my stomach, my hips, and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Each kiss was a promise, a silent vow.

He spent time nibbling on my thighs, making me squirm with anticipation. I explored his shoulders, memorizing him as much as he was me. There was restraint in his movements, but I saw how tightly he held onto control. I wanted to coax him past that, though I wasn’t sure how.

Ruugar sucked on my clit. The sensation made me gasp. He knew how to touch me, how to build me up slowly. He slid a finger inside me, hitting that spot that made me tremble.

He slid his fingers across my inner walls, tracing the delicate flesh, finding a rhythm that matched the beat of my heart and drove me to the point I was gasping for more. His tongue circled my clit, flickering, shooting flames through me. Tension built, my body coiling tighter and tighter.

“Ruugar,” I groaned, my breath coming in shortgasps. He added another finger, stretching me, preparing me for his size. His mouth and fingers worked in tandem, driving me wild with need. He was thorough, making sure I was wet and ready.

My thighs were slick with evidence of my desire for him. His eyes met mine, locked onto me with an intensity that made me shiver.

“You're ready for me,” he said, his voice filled with raw desire. “You're mine, Beth. All mine.”

His words were more than a claim; they were a binding of souls that sent a tremor of pure emotion through me. I felt seen, known, and cherished in a way that went beyond the physical.

It wasn’t only desire. It wasn’t only the heat and pleasure threading through my limbs. This was something deeper, something that felt like recognition. As if every moment of my life before this had been a slow turning of pages leading to this. I’d never been someone’s to claim before. In his hands, I wanted it. I wanted it more than air, more than life itself.

He eased back and removed the rest of his clothing. His cock sprang free, thick and long and as green as the rest of him. He was like a statue in the moonlight. An orc god come to life.

And he was all mine.

“What…” I studied whatever coiled around the length with tiny bead-like things that hummed.

“Coorails,” he said, touching one. It quivered faster. “They’re for your pleasure.”

Oh, my.

“Natural,” I said.

He grinned. “All me.”

“Come show me, then.”

He climbed back over me, caging me completely with his big body. Positioning himself above me, he supported his weight on his arms. His eyes met mine as he pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance. I spread my legs wide, hitching my heels on his hips.

The sensation of him slipping forward only an inch was overwhelming, pleasure mixed in with a touch of pain. And the coorails… The hum vibrated through me, making me crave him even more. He moved slowly, pushing in a little more before pulling back, getting my body used to the feel of his width.

“We go at your pace,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “You're in control.”

He gradually increased the depth, allowing my body to adjust. Each inch was a conquest, a slow claiming. He was stretching me, filling me, making me his. His eyes never left mine, watching for every reaction, every flicker of pleasure or pain. He was in control, but I held the power, my body dictating the pace, the rhythm.

Bit by bit, he filled me, taking time to make it as comfortable as possible for me. The coorail hum vibrated to my clit, making me shake with need.

Once he was fully inside me, he paused, giving me time to adjust some more. It burned, but it also felt good. I couldn’t imagine how amazing it would be once he started moving.

He curled forward and brushed his lips against mine.Then he began to move slowly, thrusting gently. Each drive was careful and attuned to my reactions. He maintained a slow, steady rhythm, allowing me to experience every sensation fully.

Ruugar's slow thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. Each drive built the fire deep within my core until I thought I was going to shoot all the way to the stars. I could feel every inch of him, filling me, stretching me, completing me. My body responded to his, and I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts, eager for more.

His ragged breaths echoed in my ears, his pleasure fueling mine.

It was more than the way our bodies fit together. It was the way his desire was entwined with mine, as if neither of us could exist without the other. As if, in this moment, we’d erased the spaces that separate two people and become something seamless, something whole. It was an intimacy that defied belief, a tenderness I'd never expected to find from a warrior so fierce.

Tension coiled inside me, a tightening sensation that promised something incredible. My heart pounded, my breath coming in quick gasps. I was on the edge of something profound, something I'd never experienced before.

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