Page 52 of My Orc Billionaire
“Bye, Mom,” I said a little dazedly. “Love you.”
Abydos stood at the door, presumably watching them load into Tarkhan’s truck, but I—my insides just a strange jumble of emotions—retreated to the dining room. I gathered up all the plates and stacked them in the empty pans to take into the kitchen. It would be better to get them scrubbed and loaded into the dishwasher now, rather than wait.
I was bent over the industrial-sized sink when I felt Abydos step into the kitchen. I was focused on a particularly stubborn bit of pasta, so it wasn’t until his heat pressed against my back that I’d realized he’d moved toward me.
“That was a delicious dinner,” he murmured, his lips against my hair as his hands wrapped around me. “Thank you.”
I thought he meant to hug me, and I had every intention of turning to hug him in return…except his huge hands cupped my tits, and when I arched back in surprise, it was to feel his erection resting against the small of my back.
With a moan, I dropped the scrub brush and melted against him.
“I’ve been smelling your arousal all night,dkaar.”He kneaded my breasts through my T-shirt. “You haveno idea how difficult it was not to kick your family out and fuck you right there on the dining room table.”
The image was so erotic, a flood of liquid heat soaked my panties…and likely the black yoga pants I wore. This was my idea ofdressed up, but I suddenly wished I was wearing something different.
“That might’ve been difficult,” I gasped, rubbing my ass back and forth across his balls, hoping to tease him into doing something like that. “I should’ve worn a skirt tonight. Easy access.”
“You’re right.” Abruptly, his hands left my ass, and I might have objected had I not felt him unbuttoning his trousers. “I’ll add a new stipulation to your employee contract, Ms. Starr. My personal chefmustwear skirts at all times.”
“Mmm, yes sir, Mr. Abydos, sir. Sexy little short skirts?” I rubbed myself against him teasingly. “So you can just bend me over and?—“
“I don’t care what kind,” he growled, and his fingers dug into the waistband of my pants. “I’d prefer you not wear anything.”
With that, he yanked down both my pants and my panties, and I felt the cool air hit my ass. I barely had time to gasp before he grasped my hips and slammed me back against him. His cock—that gloriously large, ridged cock, slid between my thighs, which were trapped together by my pants, the ridges teasing my pussy lips.
“Oh myGod,” I groaned, flopping forward over the kitchen sink, desperate to support myself on wobblyarms as my core flooded desire all over his cock. “That’s…”
“Your line here isyes, sir,” he growled, and pulled back, spiking myneedas each of those ridges slid across my folds.
“Yes, sir,” I repeated dutifully, although it was definitely more of a moan.
His hands were on my ass, his fingers pulling my cheeks apart. I bent forward, my palms flat on the marble, and he…
Without hesitation, he pushed his thick cock into my pussy, and as he slid home, I screamed, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast. My feet came off the tile, and had my pants not been more or less tying my thighs together, I would have wrapped my legs around him as I rode out my climax on his cock.
I was a little surprised that he didn’t begin to move; he just pressed forward, pressingdeeper, and waited for my tremors to subside.
It took a while. What can I say? I’d been keyed up during dinner.
But eventually I sort of collapsed, my elbows giving out, my whole body shaking from that orgasm. But Abydos was there to catch me, to make sure I didn’t end up in the sink with the pasta dishes. He wrapped his arm around my waist even as he pulled his cock from inside me, those damned ridges causing me to shudder and moan on the way out as well.
“There we go, my little human,” he murmured, lifting me into his arms. “I thought you needed a treat for doing such a good job tonight.”
I mean, go me, right?
With a contented little hum, I wrapped my arms around his neck as he scooped me against his chest, my pants still down around my knees. “Yes,sir. I’ll order some skirts tomorrow.”
Was it my imagination or was he smirking as he nuzzled my temple with his unbroken tusk? “I’ll buy them for you. I would buy you anything you wanted, Riven.”
Right. Because I was a good lay.
Well… I inhaled his scent. At least we werebothenjoying ourselves. I might be fucking my boss, but it wasn’t like he was using me. I was using him too, right?
But later that night after our shower—he talked me into leaving the mess in the dining room and sink, since the cleaners were coming tomorrow—I wasn’t so sure. He’d made me come four more times—twice with his mouth, for crying out loud!—and I was just a puddle of contentment, propped against the pillows in his bed with his head pillowed on my chest. The lights were dimmed, and it was easy enough to pretend this was some sort of emotional connection.
I mean, on his end.
Because I was pretty sure I had ahellof an emotional attachment to Abydos right now, and not just because he was so good at bringing me pleasure.
