Page 47 of My Orc Contract Husband
“Then—” He tried again, even as his fingers tightened in my hair. “Come up here and let me pleasure you.”
“It’s my turn. Just give into it, husband,” I commanded, as I bent over him once more.
He let out a shuddering breath, his resistance crumbling. I took him back into my mouth, determined to make him come. I used my hands to stroke what I couldn’t fit into my mouth, twisting slightly as I moved. His cock was slick with my saliva, the ridges creating a unique sensation against my tongue and lips.
This might be my first practice with a cock, but I’d had weeks of my own experience to call on. When his breaths began to come in short pants, and his hips rocked in time with my movements, I guessed he was getting close to losing control.
But he was still holding back, still resisting his release. I redoubled my efforts, taking him even deeper, my hands working him faster, my tongue teasing him. This wasn’t just a battle of wills, but me fighting against more than decade of pain and hurt and deprivation.
Iwouldbring him pleasure.
Not because of what Tarkhan had done for me, but because he deserved it. He deserved pleasure in his life, and I was blessed to be the one to bring it to him.
I hummed around his cock, the vibration making him groan loudly. I could taste his cinnamon, a promise of what was to come. I wanted it, wanted him to lose control, to give me everything.
In my enthusiasm, I accidently grazed my teeth along his shaft and winced in apology, even as I felt the shudder that ran through him. His second hand finally left thebedsheets, cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing gently across my skin.
I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, stroking him with both hands. His eyes were wild, his tusks glinting in the soft light of the room. I could see the battle raging within him, the need to let go warring with his guilt.
Still stroking, I pulled my mouth from him and held his gaze. “You are worthy of pleasure, Tarkhan. You deserve happiness,” I said, hoping he would understand.
It worked.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine as I stroked. This was it. I had won.
“Dkaar,” he rasped, his body tensing, and I barely had time to lower my tongue to him.
He came, his cock pulsing against my lips, his release hot and spicy, the taste of cinnamon filling my senses. I swallowed eagerly, but it wasn’t enough, and his thick cum spilled from my mouth, down my chin to my chest, coating me inTarkhan.
It should have been disgusting, but it wasn’t. It made me feel powerful and sexy and honored, all at once.
My hands still stroked him—slowly, softly—as I rocked back on my heels to meet his eyes.
They still glowed that strange green, but as I watched, they closed gently. I moved my hands to his thighs, ready to stand. But then two tears slid from the corners of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks.
“Oh, Tarkhan,” I whispered, my heart breaking at his display of surrender.
His sharp inhale sounded more like a sob, and I thrust upward, wrapping my arms around him as we tumbled backward onto the bed. He pressed his face against my shoulder, and I stroked his back, whispering praise and promises as—at long last—he allowed himself tofeel.
Feel remorse, feel guilt, feel pleasure.
Feel pleasure.
I’d brought him pleasure, and I understood now what a great responsibility it was. I’d broken down his defenses, and now it was up to me to help him rebuild again.
Except this time, I was going to be on the inside with him.
With my Tarkhan.
Chapter Eleven
Tarkhan
She’d broken me,and I wasn’t sure who I was any longer.
Friday night was the first time I fell asleep before her, though I’d been dimly aware of Sami holding me and whispering soothing nonsense. That wasmyresponsibility; to take care of her. I’d failed, allowingherto care for me.
And yet.
