Page 86 of The Orc's Thief
My body yields, loosens, and I rock my hips, sliding down farther with a gasp as he nudges against that perfect spot inside me.
“That’s it,” he purrs, hands locking on my hips. “Feel how I’m stretching you. You’re perfect. So fucking tight.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the heat and fullness. There’s a slight ache, but when I rise on my knees, nearly sliding off him, then allow myself to sink again, pleasure floods through me. His scent envelops me, rich and familiar.
“I feel you.” I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and meet his gaze, trembling. “You-you’re so big. But I love it, Arlon. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Fuck, love.” He helps guide the motion, lifting me, pulling me back down. “I didn’t think it would feel this good.”
I grin, my breaths coming in quick pants. “I haven’t even taken your knot yet.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He shakes his head, his long hair tumbling forward. “Nothing can compare.”
The words sound like a confession, ripped right from his soul. An answering tug forms in my chest, a glow just for him. I don’t know if it’s the start of my climax or something else, but I want more. So I brush back Arlon’s hair and tug his head down to kiss him again. I need his lips on mine more than anything.
Then he fits his hand between our bodies, sliding it down my sweat-slicked belly, and touches my pearl. I cry out against his mouth, scrunching my eyes shut. The pleasure is so intense, it borders on pain. On the next stroke down, my pussy lips meet the bulge of his knot, and my mind rebels against the idea ofputting it inside me on top of the thick shaft already lodged deep inside.
But Arlon gives me no time to overthink this. His kisses coax me back into the whirlpool of passion, and his fingers strum my pearl with expert precision. My entire being narrows to the ball of pleasure swirling in my lower belly, hurtling closer and closer to my climax.
“When you’ve come,” he pants against my lips, “when you’re soft and even wetter than now, you’ll take my knot easily.”
I’ve trusted him with my safety and my life, and I trust him with my body, too.
“A-all right.” I whine as my body tightens, anticipating the imminent release. “Show me.”
Arlon’s dark gaze burns with need as he pushes me down over his shaft once more. “I can feel you squeezing me. Come for me, Tessa. Let go.”
He presses down on my pearl, and I hover on the precipice for a second, then allow myself to tumble over into bliss.
My climax rolls over me, and I clench around Arlon’s cock. He guides me through it, fucking me up and down, hitting all the pleasure spots inside me.
“So beautiful. Fuck, you’re dripping, love. That’s it, I can feel—fuck, Tessa!”
His words spill from him as if he’s unable to stop himself, and I vaguely realize he’s still holding back, letting me experience the full sensations. My heart stutters at the realization, and I kiss him, trying to show him with my lips and tongue what I can’t seem to form in words, at least not right now when my thoughts are still floating in bliss. Pleasure courses through my entire body, shivers and aftershocks mingling with my too-loud heartbeat.
But I collect myself enough to grab the back of Arlon’s neck and press my forehead to his.
“Show me,” I repeat.
He takes a shuddering breath, then nods once, a quick affirmation. His large hands dig into my ass, and he pushes me slowly downward. I’m so slick, I manage to take the top end of his knot easily. When I feel the widest part of it pressing against my pussy lips, I sink into the lingering bliss, giving myself over to the sensation completely.
Arlon’s hands tremble as he applies more pressure to my hips. My body resists the knot for a moment longer, then I take it inside me, accepting Arlon fully. My eyes fly open at the incredible stretch, and I witness his first reaction up close, our noses nearly touching.
His lips are parted, his forehead creased in a frown, his expression one of disbelief, as if he wasn’t certain this would work. Then his eyes roll back, and he groans, his head tipping back in pleasure.
Lodged deep in my pussy, his knot pulses, and I gasp. Did he just?—?
Arlon focuses back on me, his gaze burning. He kisses me deeply, desperately, and I cling to him, my need rising to meet his. The insistent throb of him registers, and I realize hehasn’tcome yet—it’s his knot filling me up, swelling to lock us together.
“Oh!”
I try to wiggle my hips, chasing more of the sensation, but Arlon clamps his hands on my hips and presses me down with a growl.
“You want my cum, love?” He sniffs at my neck, then licks my sweaty skin, shuddering beneath me. “I’ll give it all to you, but you have to be good for me.”
The low timbre of his voice sends shivers through me, my nipples tightening again. He was so controlled before, helping me through two climaxes, taking care of my pleasure, but this is a different side of him, tightly wound and wild.
“I’m so close again,” I admit, my words a whining plea. “You feel so good inside me. I didn’t think I’d like it this much, but now I need you tomove, please!”
