“Are you feeling okay?” I ask through tight lips.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine now.”
“Do you need me to bring you something to wear?”
“No thanks. I sleep nude.”
I nod, tighten my mouth into a hard line, and scarper.
CLEM.
I lie staring up at the celling, tracing the rocky corners for any bug things with legs, my heart thumping loudly against my ribs. We don’t get many insects in Sparkle, and the ones we do have can be quickly exterminated with spray.
But that thing was humungous and hairy. And had so many legs…
And then I find myself giggling and stifle it with a hand over my mouth. Because another thing that was humungous was what Otis was packing in his pants. As I slid down his body therewas no mistaking that it wasn’t his belt buckle pressing into my toosh.
Jumping into his arms really had been involuntary. I saw a big rescuer, and I ran to him. Honestly, for me, seeing a bug like that is like being in a war zone. Terrifying.
And truth be told, once I was there, plastered against his chest, I wasn’t inclined to go anywhere else.
A frisson of heat pulses between my thighs, making my clit throb as I recall the way my legs were flung around his hips, my pussy pressed into him. Feeling his cock literally expand into me was… so flattering.
He reallywantedme. His face went taut, a muscle ticked in his jaw and his eyes blazed dark red. Like he was hungry for me.
Like I was everything he’d want to eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
In a nice way.
Like I was irresistible.
Honestly, it was the biggest turn-on.
I moan a little and stroke my hands down my body, over my pebbled nipples, across my belly and lower.
I feel between my folds. My fingers slip and slide in my arousal.
I wonder what orc cock looks like. I could tell it’s huge. And I guess it would have to be green, wouldn’t it?
I close my eyes, move my fingers around the swollen bud of my clit and let out a ragged little sigh.
It’s been a big day.
I’m still really strung out, buzzing with adrenalin. There is so much that’s new and incredible, and with the last half hour of bug trauma, it’s all just blown my mind. And to top it off, I’m sleeping in the house of one seriously sexy orc, who clearly is not indifferent to me.
I moan and bounce my hips in frustration.
Damn, my vibrator is in my suitcase back at Paradise Beach.
But who needs a vibrator when you can fantasize about an orc doing far more exciting things with his cock?
I snuggle lower in the bed and work my core with two fingertips, then, dipping my middle finger inside me, pump it against my g-spot while I imagine what might have happened if I’d dared to reach down and undo the zipper of Sheriff Otis Cane’s pants.
I imagine him groaning, bending his head and kissing me with those full lips, his big tongue forking into my mouth, the sides of his tusks smooth either side of my cheeks. I imagine how I’d release his huge hot green cock. How he’d growl deep and low and then march me into his room, tip me on his bed and… My strokes speed up, and I thrust another finger inside me. Very soon, my release hits and I cover my mouth with my other hand to stop myself from crying out as I come.
Finally, as the last little aftershocks reverberate through me, I slide my hand back up my body.
Fantasizing about a huge green orc pleasuring me has sure helped me relax.
