All the sensations coalesce, then crest, like a giant wave forming.
And then they crash down on me.
I come like an express train, my whole body jerking, aided and abetted by those muffled growls of pleasure coming from what feels like right inside me, his baritone rumble vibrating along with his tongue, making me come harder in great rippling waves of pleasure.
I hold his head there with desperate, clawing fingers and ride the wave again and again, each orgasm building on the previous, until I am completely spent. Wrung out.
Finally, slowly, I loosen my grip on Otis’s head and fall back against the pillows, gasping and sated.
He moves up my body and murmurs huskily against the shell of my ear. “Was that okay?”
I gaze up at him out of hazy, orgasm-drunk eyes, loving how his lips are still wet from my arousal. The I pull him down into a long, passionate kiss and taste my own pleasure on his mouth.
When I pull away, I sneak a hand between our bodies and span my palm around the huge girth of his shaft.
“Your turn now,” I husk.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
OTIS.
Holy fuck. She intends to return the favor.
A tiny part of my brain makes a weak attempt at resistance.Clem is working for you, you are her boss, we’re now in a very compromised position…
But it’s too late for that. I’m fucking naked, she’s fucking naked.
My cock is like a giant green tentpole between my thighs, leaking copious amounts of silver pre-cum.
I’ve just brought her to multiples. There was no mistaking the way her internal walls gripped onto my tongue and pulsed around me. The shot of sweet liquid as she squirted during each new orgasm nearly brought me to my own completion.
I shove my misgivings to the back of my brain and give in to the inevitable. I roll onto my back, bring her with me so she’s atop me now, her thighs stretched either side of my hips. She rubs her pussy up and down the length of my cock and with a grunt, I close my eyes and surrender as her hands roam my body.
But when she takes my shaft and moves it as if to place it at her entrance, I do protest.
“No, Clem, I’m way too big,” I growl, moving a hand down between us to stop her. “I’ll hurt you.”
She looks down, and I raise my head and peer between us, to see her sweet little toosh raised above my cock, which is quivering with anticipation, ready to embed in her dark damp curls.
She’s spanning my girth in her hand, and her fingers barely meet around the width of me.
“Fuck, Clem!” I pant, unable to stop her stroking up and down.
I watch as she works her way down to my knot.
With both hands now, she rolls her palms around my knot, squeezing the big meaty swelling at the base with fascination. My balls beneath it tighten.
“What is this?” she asks.
My—knot,” I grit out, barely able to watch for fear of losing all control.
“It’s huge,” she says, in awe. “Is that an orc specialty?”
“Orcs and erm, wolves have them,” I grit out between tight lips.
“What’s it for?”
Gods, so many questions from my curious little human, but I guess it helps me to hold back the tide.
