Page 88 of Buck Wild Orc Cowboy
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said against my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
Flames licked through me, and I arched my spine, my breath sharp. “You’re overdressed.”
His laugh rumbled low in his chest, vibrating across my breast. His head lifted only briefly. “Fix that for me.”
I did, tugging his shirt over his head, splaying my palms over the hard planes of his chest.
He stepped back, looking at me with his lips parted, breathing hard already. His eyes held something tender and fierce all at once.
“You make me believe in fate,” he said.
He kissed me again, and it showed me how badly he wanted me, how much he cared. How much more there was growing between us than either of us had dared say out loud.
Sel kissed me breathless, then trailed his mouth lower, down the center of my body. When he knelt in front of me, I gasped. The look in his eyes made my entire body clench with anticipation.
“I’m going to taste every part of you,” he said.
He lifted one of my legs to rest over a broad shoulder and pushed my thighs farther apart. Cool air kissed my slick heat, but then his warm breath followed, making me shudder with need.
The first swipe of his tongue made me cry out. He mumbled in approval, then did it again, firmer this time, pressing deeper. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open for him while his mouth worked between my legs like he was starved.
“Sel,” I gasped, tilting my body toward him. “Oh…”
He groaned against me and wrapped his arms beneath my thighs to pull me even closer, his face buried in me now, his tongue exploring every part of me—teasing, licking, then circling my clit with aching precision. He flicked it and sucked, and I nearly came right then.
I dug my fingers into the edge of the counter before stroking up his neck to the pointed tips of his ears. His groan rang out, and he slipped a thick finger inside me, filling me, twisting it just right. I clenched around him, my breath hitching.
“Yes—right there?—”
He added another finger, stretching me, thrusting and tugging them out while his tongue worked on my clit. Every flick, every pulse, pushed me higher. Heat built between my hips, curling through me like fire licking across dry grass. My legs trembled, but he held me steady, his mouth relentless, his fingers moving in deep, deliberate strokes.
“Look at me,” he murmured against my clit.
I forced my eyes open. The sight of him down there, with his dark hair mussed, his lips slick with me, his gaze burning up at mine, was too much.
I shattered. Pleasure tore through me, and I cried out, my back arching, my body pulsing around his fingers. He didn’t stop, just slowed, coaxing the last waves of my orgasm out with lazy strokes and gentle flicks of his tongue until I was a trembling wreck.
When he finally stood, his mouth wet and his eyes wild, he looked like a man barely holding back.
“That was…” I tried to speak, but my voice broke.
He leaned in, kissed me with that same mouth, and I moaned into it, tasting myself on his tongue.
“You’re everything,” he whispered. “And I’m nowhere near done with you.”
He unfastened his pants and freed himself, and I reached down to wrap my hand around him, feeling the hot, heavy weight of him throbbing in my grip. His coorails pulsed, and I couldn’t wait to feel them gliding across my inner walls. When I stroked my thumb across the wet tip, his body tightened, and he clenched the edge of the counter.
“Easy,” I said, breathless.
He met my eyes. “Not even close.”
Nudging my hand aside, he dragged me to the edge of the counter and rolled me onto my belly, spreading my legs wider. The thick head of him surged into my pussy, and he teased me with just a taste until I gasped, my hands scrambling along the counter to find a way to hold on. Gripping my hips, he pushed all the way in, filling me in one long, perfect thrust that made my clit throb and my passage clench around him.
“Fates, Sel?—”
He stilled, deep inside, his hand massaging my spine. “Alright?”
“Amazing. Go faster.”
