Needing to see him, I push the blanket away to reveal the pole he’s sporting.
His shaft is stiff, long, and thick, the tip resting against his navel.
“Touch me, wife.”
Well. He doesn’t have to ask twice.
Grak sucks his breath in through his gritted teeth as I run my fingers over the hard length. His jaw tics as I gauge his thickness with my fingers and measure his inches with the span of my hand.
I’m wildly curious…will it fit?
Wetness pools just thinking about the possibilities.
“I need you, Grak.”
“You will have me whenever you like,” he says, quickly hauling me up until I straddle him. I gasp as he seats me on his cock.
Teasing, I lean forward and tug at the warrior bun. He swiftly tugs the band loose, and the jet-black locks tumble out onto the pillow. That’s my husband.
I run my fingers through that luxurious hair. As I do this, he wastes no time teasing one of my nipples with his mouth. I moan, and he does that thing with his tusks and rough tongue that makes me crazy.
Electricity zaps through me as I move over him, taking his cock in my hand and guiding the tip to my damp core.
“There you are,” he says. “There is my wife.”
His wicked mouth opens me up, and I slip the tip inside.
“Go slow, little human.”
I sigh. No one has ever called me little. On top of this orc, I feel dainty and pretty and spoiled. And I love that feeling.
His eyes are tender and soft as I move over him, sliding him in deeper, inch by inch.
I slowly stretch and adjust to his girth.
“Tell me I’m yours,” I blurt. “I need to hear it.”
With a low growl, Grak pushes up into me. “You are mine and only mine. I share you with no one. Anyone touches you, and I’ll rip them to shreds. I will flay your enemies on the battlefield and I’ll do it with a smile on my face.”
I don’t know why, but it works. I take all of him. Every damn veiny, ridged, hard inch of that orc.
My cunt is stretched to its limit, but the pain is nothing next to the wonder, the ecstasy of watching this fierce warrior beg underneath me.
“Fucking hell, Ginger.” He curses some more and thrusts upward.
He’s so forceful that my knees come up off the mattress.
He’s so big, and I’m so small in comparison, I have nothing to hang on to.
And I’m done for as he reaches between us to thumb my clit.
“That’s my wife. I fucking own that pussy.”
“Yes!”
My voice cracks as my first orgasm of the morning rips from my throat.
My heart gallops.
