Page 58 of Buck Wild Orc Cowboy
He pushed his finger in until it bumped deeply. Pulling it out, he dragged his thumb across my clit, then plunged two fingers inside me. He was big all over, even in his hands, and he filled me nicely. And when he added another finger, stretching me like I suspected his cock would, my sharp cry of pleasure rang out.
Watching my face, he found a rhythm, pumping and driving his fingers inside me while learning how best to stroke my clit to make me tremble and gasp.
He went faster.
I drove my hips up to meet each thrust of his hand while flames licked through me.
Bliss roared through me. I’d never come from anyone’s touch this fast, not even my own.
His mouth captured mine, and he moved his hand faster, harder, pumping his fingers to the hilt.
I combusted, shrieking into his mouth, my body clenching around him.
He paused, breathing hard, and lifted his head, staring down at me as if me coming from his touch had stunned him too. His lips curled up. “You liked that.”
Unable to form a coherent thought, I jerked out a nod.
“I did too.” He glanced down. “My cock was so hard. So stiff. It…” His low snort rang out. “I came in my pants.”
Maybe soon, he’d come inside me. I couldn’t believe I was having the thought, though I didn’t give it voice. Not yet, but soon.
“Can you do it again?” he asked with a crook of his head.
My eyes widened. “Come again? Is that even possible?”
His brow knitted together. “I’d like to find out. Can I try with my mouth?”
Hell, yeah. I could feel a touch of heat swirling inside me already.
With a big, almost goofy grin, he backed off and spread my thighs further. He nudged through my folds with his fingers before he licked with his tongue.
He dragged a leisurely path from my entrance up to my clit, making me shudder and clutch at the fabric stretching across his shoulders.
He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin as he licked again, more confidently now, parting me with his fingers while his mouth worked me with devastating patience. His tongue circled and teased before flattening, pressing, sending jolts of heat through me so hard my thighs trembled against his head.
“Oh, Sel,” I gasped, sliding my hands up to cling to his hair like he was the only thing keeping me from blasting into outer space.
He growled. I could tell he liked hearing me lose control, and fastened his mouth around my clit, sucking.
Fuck.
I’d never made sounds like this. Not with anyone.
My hips jerked. The pressure was a perfect blend of firm and coaxing, and when he slipped his fingers inside me again, sliding them in and out, my vision blurred around the edges.
I couldn’t stop the sounds falling from my lips. Helpless moans. Broken gasps. He licked and sucked and stroked me with relentless force, as if my satisfaction was the only thing that mattered.
Heat built inside me faster than I thought it ever could, coiling low and tight, tightening with every flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. I rocked against him, shameless now,begging for more, chasing that high he was so expertly pulling from deep within me.
He stretched me so deliciously with his fingers while his tongue flicked across my clit.
“Sel,” I cried out, clawing at his shirt, overwhelmed by the pleasure building inside me. I couldn’t stop the way my hips moved, seeking more, needing more.
“That’s it,” he muttered against my flesh. “Let me make you feel good.”
I whimpered, the world narrowing to the hot slide of his fingers, the deep rumble of his voice, the way his body caged me in. Every thrust, every stroke, pushed me closer to the cliff.
When he groaned against me again, the vibration tipped me over the edge.
