Page 30 of Wagered to the Orc
His groan was one of surrender, I was certain.
As I lifted my weight onto my toes, he wrapped his fingers around my waist andlifted. Fumbling behind me, I pushed his kilt out of the way, and hiscock sprang free.
But instead of lowering me atop it, Korvak changed direction and slid mealongit, so the topside of his cock nestled against my pelvis, and I was caught between his chest and his cock.
The Backwards Donkey, except his cock wasn’tinme.
But then he flexed forward and I sucked in a gasp as his hard length pushed against my clitoris. He was thick and ridged and when I looked down, impossibly long. Without thinking, I wrapped my fingers around him, pressing him against my curls.
“Gods below, Effie, ye’re killing me.”
“Not yet,” I vowed in a whisper.
As his hands rose to stroke my breasts, my skin, I usedmineto tease him. I was so wet—so wet—and I spread my liquid desire over his cock, sliding it along my cleft as I rocked. My opening pressed against the base of his hardness, and each time I seated myself, I felt as if I was wetter.
My core ached to be filled, but this? This wasdelicioustorture. The ridges along his cock taunted me, massaging each inch of my cleft, my lips. I used my hands to stroke the underside of his cock, to press and trap it against my wetness.
Reaching down with one hand, I cupped his massive ballocks, wrenching another groan from him. I squeezed and felt him jerk in response, morebeads of moisture weeping from the head of his cock.
I wanted to taste that.
I used my fingers to collect some, to bring it to my mouth, and when he saw that, I heard him breathe, “Fook, Effie,” and I knew he was close to losing control.
Not once did I fear him. Not once did I fear his lack of control.
He tasted spicy, something I did not recognize, something I wanted to taste again. And again and again.
Forever.
The realization slammed into me and I gasped, even as he bent down to bring his mouth to my shoulder. His tusks grazed my skin, then he licked that same spot, sending a shiver through me.
I wanted Korvak.
Not just tonight, here in this cottage, but forever.
Could I? Could I be brave enough to confess that?
“Korvak, I—”
His hand dropped to my cunny. He pushed aside my hand, pressing his cock against my dripping core. He stroked himself that way, eachthrust bringing the head of his thickness against my clitoris and driving me absolutely mad.
I completely forgot what I had been about to say as my pleasure shot into the clouds.
“Oh myGod, Korvak!” My hand tightened around his ballocks as my other rose to reach over my shoulder to clutch at the back of his head, as if I could pull himcloser closer closer.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips against my neck. “Come for me. Come for me like a good girl, like a lass who kens what she wants.” His fingers found my core, even as he stroked himself. “Ye’re so fooking perfect, Effie, so brave, so strong. Take this. Make it yers. Ye are worth it.”
With a wailing sort of howl, I came. “Korvak!”I cried, fulfilling his vow to make me scream his name.
As my ecstasy splashed over me, he pressed his cock along my cleft, so I could feel his throbbing against my most intimate skin and he could feel my spasms.
“Aye, Effie, ye—” His words broke off when my hand closed around his, pumping his cock in desperate need.
“Fook!” he cried, spilling his seed in a powerful burst.
His spend was a thick rope, pale green, bursting upward to splash against my stomach and breasts. I watched in dazed fascination, my own climax still rocking through me, as the second and third spurts released more and more.
Unable to help myself, I moved my hand upward, over his, collecting the thick seed in my fist and bringing it to my mouth. ‘Twas spicy on my tongue, more of what I had yearned for before, and I eagerly licked it from my palm like ‘twas a delicacy.
