Page 36 of Loved By the Orc
His large hand comes around my neck, tilting my head up and he softly presses his mouth to mine. His lips are firm and seeking, and deftly, he opens my mouth with his. His tongue glides in and touches mine. Liquid desire sings through my lower belly, pooling heat into my sheath.
Everything about this male excites me. Every stroke, every groan, even the feel of his heart beating against mine.
“I want you, sweet Negan.”
“I want you too, Var.”
His kiss becomes more urgent, his breath mingling with mine, his touch growing hot with fervor.
“Might hurt the first time.”
“Nay. I’m a full-grown adult. I’ve ridden horses and I’ve climbed trees. If there’s pain, it’ll probably hurt. So. Good.”
He chuckles. “You’ve never had a male in your cunt, sweet. ‘Tis an untouched channel.” He pauses. “And I’m larger than most.”
A laugh escapes me. He was waiting for the opportunity to make this statement. “Cocky male.”
“Just making you grateful for what I can offer.”
“I’ll take it. Fill me up, orc. Make me leak with your essence. I want to smell like you, I want to meld with you.”
“Let’s give us what we both want.”
He hauls me onto his lap and wriggles a hand between us. The drawstring of his breeches eases open and releases his cock… the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. He’s thick and strong, the soft skin a deeper green. The tip weeps with his fluid. I reach down and swipe the drop, then bring my finger to my mouth.
“Sweet,” I tell him.
“I’ll need to see how wet you are.”
My breath catches when his large finger swipes through my slit.
“Var,” I grit, unable to explain the bolt of desire that runs through me at his touch.
“I know, sweet,” he croons, then works the tip of his finger into my body. He slides in easily, the slickness drenching him like I didn’t orgasm earlier.
“I knew you’d be soaked,” he bites out.
My hips rock against his hand as I try to work his finger deeper. His thumb comes up to press my clit and I feel wanton as I thrust against this strong, virile male. But I need more than his fingers this time.
“We’re just going to test how much cock you can take, aye? Just ease that sweet pussy down on me, love. Take it as slow as you like. I’ll hold still.”
His finger leaves me and the blunt head of his thick cock presses against my entrance instead. He smears it up through my inner lips, gathering as much slick as he can onto the head. When he places it near my opening again, I feel like I can gobble him up. I bear down and feel the head expanding my lips, the slight, very slight sting from the untorn skin that his finger was too gentle for, and I press down some more. He feels so good inside me, so full.
“I love this,” I tell him, locking my mouth to his. I slide my tongue against his.
He groans and I can feel the vibration rumbling up his chest. I want us locked together everywhere, so my hands are roving over his chest, running along the tight pectoral muscles, the round shoulders, the strong biceps. Farther down I sink onto his lap, his cock engulfed by my depths. He feels velvety inside me, thick and full and so slick. So… hot. I slide up and down his rigid shaft, my tongue dueling with his, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. I’m tightening inside, thickening, and I try to grind myself harder onto him.
He tears his mouth away to growl, “Female. Slow down.”
“Fuck no.”
I lift my hips and slam down him again, making us both groan.
In an impressive show of strength, he lifts me up from his cock and holds himself barely breaching my entrance. His fingers on my hips will leave bruises in the morn, but I don’t care.
His love marks being visible tomorrow brings a quickening to my core.
Slowly he pushes his way inside and I pause, loving the feeling of being so full with him. Being connected together ever so slowly.
