Page 36 of Wagered to the Orc
He’d been wanting me as much as I wanted him, but restrained himself?
Smiling softly, I stepped away from him and reached for the ties of my gown. Holding his gaze, I boldly stripped it away, tossing it on the bench beside him once I stood in only my chemise.
“Korvak, I love you. Iwantyou to claim me. MyMate.”
The way his hands fumbled with his belt was almost funny.
I pulled my chemise over my head and stood naked in front of him by the time he—his kilt now pooled on the bench around him—reached for me. As he stroked himself with one hand, he gently turned me around until I was facing the distant mountain and the horses running in the meadow.
When he pulled me back so my arse pressed against his cock, I realized what he intended.
The Backwards Donkey. The position from last night.
Except this time, his cock would push into me, stretching me the way his fingers had.
I would straddle him, I would ride him…and I would not be able to touch him.
“Nay,” I blurted, and he froze.
This allowed me to straighten, to take my weight on my feet, and to climb off him. “I want you, Korvak,” I explained as I turned. “You.”
He was eyeing me hungrily. “Aye, lass, and ye can have as much of me as ye can take.”
Since he was stroking his cock as he made that announcement, I felt a thrill of lust shoot through me and settle in my already-wet cunny. My nipples pebbled and when he saw that, his tongue flicked out to touch one tusk.
But I leaned closer, my hands on his shoulders. “I wantyou, Korvak.” I kissed his scar. “I want towatch you as I ride you. I do not want you to hide from me.”
I watched his eyes widen as he understood my meaning, and my chest ached for him.
This beautiful soul had spent his life thinking he needed to hide from others because of his appearance. I kissed his scar again, then his lips. “You are beautiful, my Mate.”
With a growl, he pulled me against him and my thighs instinctively spread to straddle him as I rested my weight on my knees on the bench.
The head of his thick cock probed my entrance and I clasped my hands on either side of his face, my fingers stroking his cheeks as I slowly lowered myself.
TheHarlot’s Guidecalled thisThe Wetnurse’s Assistant.
My cunny was wet, aye, but the stretch was surprising, stinging. I went slowly, and beneath me, Korvak was as still as a statue, letting me lead.
Each inch I took in was a victory, and each ridge teased my inner walls, hinting at what was to come. Korvak had stretched me yesterday with his fingers, and John had not been a small man either…but this cock was the biggest thing I had ever had inside me.
And I loved it.
At long last, my cunny swallowed the final inch of him and I was fully seated atop his glorious manhood.
“Effie,” he breathed as his fingers found one of my nipples.
‘Twas as if that was all my body had needed, because between one heartbeat and the next, pleasure burst over me and I gasped, arching my back, the spasms causing me to jerk against him.
As I came, I felt each ridge inside me, pulsing in time.
I remembered what he had said about this being part of orc natures, this ability to make their Mates climax upon entering her, and again I allowed my joy to bubble from my mouth in astonished laughter.
To my surprise, I heard him laughing with me as he began to move.
The way he flexed his hips was subtle at first, each movement minute. I realized that when he said my immediate climax would help soothe the way, he meant I wasverywell lubricated now, and I appreciated it.
Each ridge teased me, the way the ridges on his tongue offered stimulation. I loved this, too.
