Page 42 of Falling for the Grumpy Orc
A low, primal rumble builds in my chest as her touch becomes bolder, less hesitant.
"Orc males are built for the pleasure of our mates," I explain, my voice a gravelly purr. I watch her reaction, feeling my own pulse alongthe veins running on the outside of my shaft. "The veins and ridges are designed to stimulate the female. They increase sensitivity and pleasure during mating."
A rueful smile plays on her lips, and she meets my gaze as she wraps her fingers around the girth of it and squeezes for an agonizing, blissful moment.
“Well, that's certainly a well-kept secret.” She bites her lower lip, her pink tongue poking between those perfect lips for just a glimpse. “And a welcome one at that.”
I can't help but chuckle at her playful tone, a deep sound that vibrates through my chest.
"Princess." I pause, swallowing as her thumb brushes over the tip, spreading the drop of pre-cum that has formed there. "I want nothing more but to make you scream my name until your voice runs out and mark my seed all over that pretty face and tits."
She opens her mouth at my crude words and I have to fist my hands at my sides to refrain from grabbing her, pulling her down to her knees, and fucking her mouth like a savage.
Like in the Old Ways, when my ancestors stole females in the dead of the night and ravaged them until pleasure marked them as mates.
But I do not want to take agency away from Cassidy and I remain still, letting her explore me at her own pace.
I want to be hers, and the realization shakes me to my core. Cassidy has gotten under my skin, and I'm sure of only one thing. I don’t want to break free.
With a growl of impatience, I kick off my pants and socks, freeing my legs. Her gaze follows the movement, her eyes lingering on mynow-bared ass. I watch as her gaze travels back up, meeting my eyes, and I see the desire burning in her hazel depths.
In one smooth motion, she hops down from the countertop, coming to stand before me. Her eyes stay locked on mine as she leans forward, her tongue peeking out to lick the tip of my cock. I’m so much taller than her, she doesn’t even have to kneel down, just bend a bit at the waist. A guttural groan escapes my throat as her warm breath washes over the sensitive head. I swallow, fighting the urge to thrust my hips forward and take what I crave.
I want to be inside her. Claim her. Mark her.
Instead, I grit my teeth, reveling in the torture as she wraps those pretty pink lips around the head of my cock just like she did so often in my dreams. Her mouth is hot and wet, and she takes me in, inch by inch, until I feel the constriction of her throat. I tangle my hands in her hair, fighting the urge to guide her, to thrust my hips. I want to, but I restrain myself, letting her set the pace.
Her fingers trail lightly over my balls as she bobs her head, taking me deeper with each movement. I let out a strangled moan, my muscles straining as I struggle to hold back. I don't want to come yet, not like this. I want to be inside her when I find my release, buried deep within her heat.
With a final lick, I pull her head away. She looks up at me, her eyes shining with desire.
"I’m going to fuck you now, Princess." My voice is gone, replaced by the growl of a savage. “And I’m going to make you come all over my cock.”
Her lovely lips are parted, a dazed look on her face, as I scoop her up. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I bring her down easily, herslight weight nothing to my strength. I lower her until the tip of my cock rests at the wet heat of her entrance.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, my gaze on hers.
She nods, her face softening. "I trust you, Gerralt."
Her words send a rush of protectiveness through me. I want to cherish her, to give her pleasure beyond anything she's ever known.
She leans in, her lips meeting mine. She's already wet and ready for me, her heat drawing me in. With a gentle push, I slide into her. Her lips part and the tip of my cock pierces her body. She takes a sudden breath in as I pause, allowing her body time to adjust to my size.
A soft whimper escapes her as I stretch her, and I freeze, my eyes searching hers.
"Am I hurting you?"
Her eyes flash, and she growls low in her throat.
"Don't you dare stop. If you do, I'll bite you."
A chuckle rumbles in my chest, and I obey, slowly withdrawing before thrusting forward again, burying myself deep within her. Her body accepts me, inch by inch, until I'm fully sheathed in her heat. She's so tight, her walls clenching around me like a velvet vise, massaging my cock with each movement.
I lose myself in the sensation of being surrounded by her, my hands gripping her hips as I begin to move with more purpose. I set a steady rhythm, determined to hold back, to give her time for pleasure to rise again in her body. Her breath comes in sharp pants, her head falling back as she arches against me, meeting my thrusts. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I know I've left marks on her perfect skin, but I don't care. The sight of her, tossed into oblivion by my cock, is enough to send me spiraling toward the edge.
“Gerralt.” My name is a breath of air on her lips. “Gerralt…”
She cries out, her voice echoing in the room, and I know she’s close to finding her release again.
