Page 43 of My Orc Contract Husband
My tongue couldn’t form words. We’d seen each other only eight hours ago, and what did that word mean? He’d used it at the wedding, hadn’t he?—
And then I wasn’t thinking at all, because Tarkhan twisted his head and his tusk caught the bottom of my business skirt, yanking it upward. I thought it was on accident until he helped it along with his thumb, and then I was standing in my foyer, my husband on his knees in front of me, holding my legs apart as he slid his tongue along the soaked gusset of my panties.
“Tarkhan!” I yelped, my fingers twining through his hair to hold myself upright, as if his strong grip wouldn’t. “What are you…?”
When his tongue swiped along my cleft again, my question broke off with a groan.
I think it was the suddenness of his attack which left me defenseless, which wrenched my arousal fromheading home after a long daytodear Lord fuck me nowin a half dozen heartbeats.
I whimpered as his tongue pressed into me, my panties doing nothing to stop him. I wanted to feel his ridges inside me, the stupid cotton was?—
I groaned when he nudged the underwear out of the way, and he echoed it as his tongue slid along my cleft. Tarkhan used his thumbs to hold me open, as if I were a buffet and he was starving. Each lick, each stroke, wasaccompanied by a groan or a whisper of praise, and soon I was rocking against him, holding myself steady with my grip on his head.
“That’s it, love,” he murmured. “Be a good girl and come on my face.” Another stroke. “You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I groaned, gyrating against him.
One of his fingers slid inside me, and I whimpered as he stroked that spot behind my clit that always drove me wild. His finger curled inside me, applying a steady pressure that had my hips jerking forward, seeking more of his touch. Tarkhan’s tongue circled my clitoris, teasing and flicking, each movement deliberate and designed to drive me closer to the edge. I could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling tight in my belly.
“That’s my good girl,” he growled, the vibration of his voice sending shivers up my spine. “That’s my good little fucktoy.”
HolyGod, he’d really understood the assignment, hadn’t he?
When he hummed in satisfaction, I could only assume my pussy had responded to his words the same way the rest of me had: complete meltdown.
My breath came in short gasps, my body tensing as the pleasure intensified. I could feel it building, a wave ready to crash over me. His grip on my thigh tightened, holding me open, holding me in place as he devoured me.
He added a second finger, stretching me, filling me, and I cried out, my head falling back against the door. Hisfingers stroked in a rhythm that matched the flicking of his tongue, and I was lost, drowning in sensation.
When he hummed again and closed his lips around my clitoris, I broke. My orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing as I came hard against his mouth. He didn’t stop, his fingers and tongue working me through it, prolonging the pleasure until I was a trembling mess, my knees weak and my breath ragged.
He looked up at me, his face glistening with my release, a pleased grin on his face. “There’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice rich with approval. I could only nod, my body still humming with the aftermath of my orgasm, my heart pounding in my chest.
I wanted to speak, to ask himWhat the hell was that about? But my lungs struggled to draw in a full breath, and my lips wouldn’t form words.
Instead, I stared down at him, wide-eyed, my fingers slowly relaxing, and watched him lick his lips in satisfaction.
“Tark…” I tried, but he interrupted me by rolling to his feet.
When he was towering over me, he bent to kiss me, and I tasted my own pleasure on his lips. “Welcome home, wife,” he murmured.
Maybe if I hadn’t been so dazed, I would have guessed what was coming from his smirk. But I didn’t, and thus I yelped in surprise when he bent and hefted me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I guess I managed to find my voice after all.
He was already striding toward the bedroom.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes, Sami. I’ve ordered pizza, and you know they’re backed up on Fridays, so I have at least ninety minutes to make you come as many times as possible.”
What?What? That was his plan?
I mean, don’t get me wrong; my pussy flooded with desire justimaginingwhat he had in mind, and from his knowing chuckle and the way he caressed my ass, he could smell my desire.
But when he flopped me down on the bed and started to undress me, I knew this was what I’d been waiting for.
“Wait, wait,” I protested, but he was focused.
“No waiting.” He began to unbutton my blouse. “I’m a desperate male, wife.”
