Page 57 of My Orc Package Deal

“Kesha…” he groaned, one of his hands going to my head, and my arousal jumped.

I wrapped my lips around the thick head of his cock, my tongue swirling over the tip. The taste of him—musky and dark, with that delicious spicy precum already leaking free—sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. My hand couldn’t even close around his girth, but I stroked what I could while my mouth worked the rest, taking him as deep as I dared.

This thing was inside me the other night.

Just the reminder made me groan and sent a fresh wave of arousal to my core.

Korrad’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in my hair—not to guide me, just to hold on. “Fuck, dkaar—” His voice was rough, strained. “Your mouth is—gods⁠—”

I hummed around him, the vibration making his cock twitch. I loved this, loved the way his thighs trembled, loved the way his breath came in sharp gasps. Loved the power of knowing I could reduce this big, strong orc to a panting, groaning mess with just my lips and tongue.

I pulled back, letting my saliva coat him before diving down again, my mouth opening as much as it could. His ridges dragged against my tongue, the sensation making me whimper. I wanted him deeper, wanted to take all of him, but he was just too big.

My fingers worked his base, twisting slightly with each upward stroke of my mouth.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice thick with praise. “Just like that, love. Fuck, you’re so good at this—so perfect⁠—”

I moaned around him, the sound muffled, and his hips jerked forward involuntarily. His hand stroked my hair, his touch almost reverent. “Look at you, swallowing my cock like you were made for it. So fucking beautiful when you’re on your knees for me⁠—”

A shiver ran through me, my own arousal dripping down my thighs because of the angle I was crouched. I wanted to touch myself, wanted to slide my fingers between my legs and ease the ache, but I didn’t dare stop. Not when he was so close, not when his breathing was getting ragged, his muscles tensing beneath my hands.

“Kesha—fuck—” His voice was a warning, a plea. “I’m gonna come. You want me down your throat or across your tits?”

I wanted that. Wanted it so badly. I remembered how it felt to be coated in his cum, claimed and marked by him… But my pussy hadn’t reacted to his cinnamon spice, and that reminded me of what I wanted even more.

I pulled back with a wet pop, my lips swollen, my chin glistening. Grinning up at him, I licked my lips deliberately. “I want you to come inside me.” My voice was husky, thick with need as I murmured the sort of shit heroines said in those erotic romances I sometimes edited. “I want you to fill my aching pussy up with your hot orc cum, Korrad.”

His entire body went still, as if he was processing my request. For a heartbeat, the only sound was our ragged breathing. Then⁠—

He moved fast.

One second I was on the tile floor in front of him, the next his hands were under my arms, hauling me up like I weighed nothing. My robe was torn away, the fabric hitting the floor with a whisper.

He spun me around, his grip firm on my hips, and then I was being lifted⁠—

The counter was just a little too high for me to bend over comfortably, but Korrad didn’t hesitate. He hoisted me up, my chest pressing against the cool granite, my boobs flattening, my fingers scrabbling for purchase.

The plate of breakfast I’d prepared teetered—crash—waffles and bacon hit the floor, but I didn’t care. Not when Korrad’s hands were spreading me open, not when he was lifting one of my legs as he stepped between them, not when the thick head of his cock was pressing against my dripping entrance.

“You sure?” His voice was a growl, rough with need, but there was a thread of concern beneath it. Always looking out for me, even now.

Consent was fucking sexy, wasn’t it?

“Yes—please—” I gasped, pushing back against him.

That was all the permission he needed.

He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, his cock stretching me wide, his ridges dragging against my walls. The orgasm hit me instantly—a white-hot rush of pleasure that made my back arch, my nails scrape against the counter as I screamed, “God, yes!”

He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.

His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulled back and drove into me again, harder this time. The kitchen island creaked under the force, my body rocking with each thrust. His cock was everywhere—filling me, stretching me, those damn ridges hitting that spot over and over as my vision blurred.

“Fuck, you’re tight—” His voice was a snarl, feral and rough. “So fucking perfect, Kesha. Taking my cock like this—gods below⁠—”

I couldn’t even form words. My body was a live wire, my orgasm stretching on and on, my inner muscles clenching around him, milking him. Every thrust sent another wave of pleasure crashing through me, my toes curling, my breath coming in broken gasps.

He was relentless, and my pleasure didn’t abate.