Page 89 of Buck Wild Orc Cowboy
He huffed out a laugh. “But I just started. I want to make this last, not come in seconds.”
“Then try deep.”
His snort rang out. “As you wish, mate.”
“No more stopping.”
Leaning over me, he slid his hand beneath me and found my clit, stroking it while he pulled his cock out and drove it back inside, bottoming out. His coorails hummed, vibrating through my core, and I was going to explode really soon. But I wanted it to last as long as he did, not give way in a flash.
Guys thought about other things to keep from coming too fast, right? So I started creating a recipe for cookies. Chocolate chip. Coorail. No, wait, no coorail cookies. I’d heard of some people making cookies with cum, but that sounded…okay, a bit nasty. A writer I once knew published cozy paranormal romances, and she wrote about a baker who put blood in all her cookies for her vampire clients. Maybe I could create a recipe with blood. Although, that also sounded nasty. And as far as I knew, vampires didn’t exist.
“Do you think there are vampires in the world?” I asked.
Sel paused mid-thrust, even his fingers halting on my clit, which made me want to snap and tell him in no uncertain terms to keep stroking. “Vampires?”
“Vampires. Blood cookies. If they exist, we could make them for that type of clientele.”
“I don’t think so.” He pulled out and pushed in harder, his coorails humming in a joyful way that almost dragged my mind away from the conversation and back to trying not to come.
“But if they did, that would be something to think about.”
“You’re thinking.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Then I’m not doing my job, now am I?”
“Um…”
With a growl, he went wild, pinning me to the counter while pulling out and driving back inside me. His fingers continued their relentless strokes on my clit and soon I couldn’t remember what I was thinking about. It was a wonder I could remember to breathe.
“Sel…”
“Yes, mate?”
“Don’t stop. Keep doing it.”
“Now you’re paying attention.”
Fuck, yeah.
He kept pummeling me, his coorails stroking my inner walls until all I could see was the stars whipping around behind my eyelids.
I was a wreck, moaning into the countertop while he moved even faster.
And when he did a little pinch and roll thing with my clit, everything inside me unwound and blasted outward. I cried out, burying my face in the cool counter while spasms wracked my frame.
Sel followed with a low growl, driving deep as he spilled into me, holding me like I might drift away otherwise.
When the waves subsided, we stayed there, tangled and slick with our heat, breathing hard.
He curled forward to kiss my nape, stroking his fingertips up and down my back.
“I love you,” I whispered.
He stilled. Then he slid out of me and rolled me onto my back, cradling my face in both hands. “Say that again.”
“I love you.”
