Page 20 of Bread with the Orc
His mouth moved lower, kissing every inch of my skin as if it were a ground to be worshipped. I shivered in anticipation as he trailed kisses down my stomach, my breath hitching as he moved lower still.
When he reached the apex of my thighs, he spread them wider, putting me on display for him. I should have been embarrassed, but instead, I felt a new flood of desire pooling in my core.
He inhaled deeply. “Gods below, you’re so wet for me.” I could feel the heat of his breath, the anticipation of his touch sending a shiver of exhilaration through me.
I had never had a man do this for me before, never thought one would care enough about my pleasure to explore me so intimately. But Dorvak did. He dipped his head, his thick tongue sliding through my folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that had me crying out.
The ridges of his tongue caused feelings I’d never imagined. He licked and teased, his tongue exploring every inch of me, driving me mad with desire. I gripped the edge of the counter, my knuckles turning white as I tried to hold on, tried to keep myself grounded.
“Dorvak,” I gasped, my head falling back as he slid one thick finger inside me. The sensation of being filled, of being stretched, was exquisite. He moved his finger slowly, allowing me to feel every inch of him, every ridge of his knuckle as it slid in and out.
“You’re so tight, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So wet. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” His tongue slid along my cleft. “You taste so fucking good.”
When he slid a third finger into me, I gasped at the stretch, the slight burn that only intensified the pleasure. He curled his fingers upward, finding that rough spot behind my clit that sent stars bursting behind my eyelids.
“Oh God, Dorvak,” I cried out, my hips bucking against his mouth. He growled in response, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me. His lips closed around my clitoris, sucking gently as his tongue flicked against the sensitive bud.
The sensation was too much, too intense. I could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling in my core. And then, with a final stroke of his tongue and a curl of his fingers, I came undone.
My orgasm crashed through me, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me. My wordless scream echoed off the bathroom tiles, my hands gripping his shoulders, holding on as if he were my lifeline.
Dorvak didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers continuing to work me through my orgasm. He gentled his touch as I came down, his tongue lapping softly, his fingers stroking gently. I was a panting, shuddering mess, my body slick with sweat and the remnants of my pleasure.
When I finally managed to open my eyes, it was to find Dorvak sitting back on his heels, watching me, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. “You’re so beautiful when you come, Laney,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble. “And you taste even better than I imagined.”
I smiled weakly, my body still humming with pleasure. “That was...incredible,” I breathed, my voice hoarse from my screams.
Dorvak nodded once in satisfaction, then pushed himself to his feet. “We’re just getting started. What do you know about orc cock?”
Well, I mean,obviouslymy gaze dropped to it then, waving between us as he reached for the towel around my hair. “It’s big? And ridged?”
He began to dry my hair, gently wringing water from each strand as he explained. “An orc’s cock is designed to bring pleasure to his Mate. Part of this means she’s ready to take him. There’s a quirk of biology that means his partner—you, in this case—will orgasm immediately when that cock—mine, in this case—sinks into you.”
“Wait.” I pushed his hands away so I could gape up at him. “You mean as soon as you’re…fully inside me, I’m going to come?”
“It’s meant to prepare your body to accept me.”
“Whoa,” I whispered in awe. “Good biology.”
His lips twitched as he used the same towel to wring water from his shoulder-length hair. “If you’re still interested, I’d love to demonstrate.”
Have I mentioned howprettyhis cock was? Several shades lighter than the rest of his skin at the base, then shading to dark green at the tip, and there was already precum leaking from the edge.
“I’m ready,” I breathed, fingers already reaching for him.
“Are you sure?” he asked seriously as he tossed the towel aside. “I could feed you dinner first if you’re hungry.”
We had all night, didn’t we?
Grinning impishly, I ran two of my fingers across the tip of his cock, makinghiseyes widen in surprise for once, then pulled that precum to my lips.
“Cinnamon,” I breathed as I recognized the flavor.
His eyes fluttered closed on a groan, and I slid from the countertop.
“Dorvak, your cum tastes like cinnamon? How wild is that?”
“You think that’s wild?” he grumbled, pulling me against him, my naked flesh fitting against his perfectly. “Imagine showing up in the human world and discovering that apple pie smelled like cum.”
