Page 8 of Bread with the Orc (Harmony Glen #6)

The ridges of his tongue caused feelings I’d never imagined. He licked and teased, his tongue exploring every inch of me, driving me mad with desire. I gripped the edge of the counter, my knuckles turning white as I tried to hold on, tried to keep myself grounded.

“Dorvak,” I gasped, my head falling back as he slid one thick finger inside me. The sensation of being filled, of being stretched, was exquisite. He moved his finger slowly, allowing me to feel every inch of him, every ridge of his knuckle as it slid in and out.

“You’re so tight, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So wet. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” His tongue slid along my cleft. “You taste so fucking good.”

When he slid a third finger into me, I gasped at the stretch, the slight burn that only intensified the pleasure. He curled his fingers upward, finding that rough spot behind my clit that sent stars bursting behind my eyelids .

“Oh God, Dorvak,” I cried out, my hips bucking against his mouth. He growled in response, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me. His lips closed around my clitoris, sucking gently as his tongue flicked against the sensitive bud.

The sensation was too much, too intense. I could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling in my core. And then, with a final stroke of his tongue and a curl of his fingers, I came undone.

My orgasm crashed through me, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me. My wordless scream echoed off the bathroom tiles, my hands gripping his shoulders, holding on as if he were my lifeline.

Dorvak didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers continuing to work me through my orgasm. He gentled his touch as I came down, his tongue lapping softly, his fingers stroking gently. I was a panting, shuddering mess, my body slick with sweat and the remnants of my pleasure.

When I finally managed to open my eyes, it was to find Dorvak sitting back on his heels, watching me, a look of pure satisfaction on his face. “You’re so beautiful when you come, Laney,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble. “And you taste even better than I imagined.”

I smiled weakly, my body still humming with pleasure. “That was...incredible,” I breathed, my voice hoarse from my screams.

Dorvak nodded once in satisfaction, then pushed himself to his feet. “We’re just getting started. What do you know about orc cock? ”

Well, I mean, obviously my gaze dropped to it then, waving between us as he reached for the towel around my hair. “It’s big? And ridged?”

He began to dry my hair, gently wringing water from each strand as he explained.

“An orc’s cock is designed to bring pleasure to his Mate.

Part of this means she’s ready to take him.

There’s a quirk of biology that means his partner—you, in this case—will orgasm immediately when that cock—mine, in this case—sinks into you. ”

“Wait.” I pushed his hands away so I could gape up at him. “You mean as soon as you’re…fully inside me, I’m going to come?”

“It’s meant to prepare your body to accept me.”

“Whoa,” I whispered in awe. “Good biology.”

His lips twitched as he used the same towel to wring water from his shoulder-length hair. “If you’re still interested, I’d love to demonstrate.”

Have I mentioned how pretty his cock was? Several shades lighter than the rest of his skin at the base, then shading to dark green at the tip, and there was already precum leaking from the edge.

“I’m ready,” I breathed, fingers already reaching for him.

“Are you sure?” he asked seriously as he tossed the towel aside. “I could feed you dinner first if you’re hungry.”

We had all night, didn’t we?

Grinning impishly, I ran two of my fingers across the tip of his cock, making his eyes widen in surprise for once, then pulled that precum to my lips .

“ Cinnamon ,” I breathed as I recognized the flavor.

His eyes fluttered closed on a groan, and I slid from the countertop.

“Dorvak, your cum tastes like cinnamon? How wild is that?”

“You think that’s wild?” he grumbled, pulling me against him, my naked flesh fitting against his perfectly. “Imagine showing up in the human world and discovering that apple pie smelled like cum.”

I hid my giggles against his chest, so I felt when he inhaled.

“You’re sure, Laney? You’re sure you’re ready for me?”

Before I could answer, he took my hand and lowered it to his cock, wrapping my fingers around his thickness. We both sucked in a gasp at the sensation.

“I’m not small, dkaar ,” he murmured. “We don’t have to do this right now if you don’t want to.”

Was he kidding? I tipped my head back, my smile confident. “I’m beyond ready. I want to come on your cock, Dorvak.”

Which is how I found myself straddling him as he settled against the mattress on his back. My thighs were on either side of his waist, and I loved how perfectly we fit together.

“This position will make it easier for you.” His cock nestled against my ass. “Take me when you’re ready, love,” he commanded.

And how could I ignore that ?

I positioned myself over him, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through me. Dorvak’s hands were on my hips, his thumbs tracing circles on my skin, his touch both soothing and electrifying.

“Take your time, Laney,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble. “There’s no rush. You’re in control.”

I nodded, taking a deep breath as I began to lower myself onto him. The initial stretch was intense, his cock head breaching my entrance, the first ridge sliding in with a sensation that was both pleasure and burn.

I gasped, my hands gripping his chest for support.

“That’s it, love,” he growled, his hands moving to caress my thighs, my ass, my back. “You’re doing so good. Taking my cock so beautifully.”

Each ridge slid into me, stretching me, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before. The sensation was overwhelming, the intensity of it bordering on pain—he was even bigger than my dildo!—but the pleasure was undeniable.

I could feel every inch of him, every ridge of his cock as I slowly sank down, my body adjusting to his size. Dorvak’s hands never stopped moving, his touch gentle and encouraging, his words a constant stream of praise.

“You’re so tight, Laney,” he groaned, his eyes locked onto mine. “So perfect. Look at you, taking all of me.”

I could feel the stretch, the burn, but I could also feel the pleasure building, the pressure coiling in my core. And then, finally, I was fully seated, his cock buried deep inside me. And as he’d promised?—

“Dorvak!” I gasped, my back arching as pleasure burst over me.

Aiya , is this what he’d meant? I bucked on top of his cock, chasing that orgasm, absolutely adoring the way my inner muscles—already stretched so wide—clamped around him. I groaned, my hands gripping his chest, my nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, Laney,” he murmured, his hips quivering, but absolutely still beneath mine. “Such a good girl. So fucking perfect.”

His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as I rode him. I wanted…I needed…

“More,” I gasped. “I want more.”

With a growl, he began to move, his hips flexing just slightly beneath me, sliding his cock out of me only a tiny amount, then pushing back in. Still, that was enough to make me gasp again, clutching at him.

“I will make you scream my name,” he promised. “Soon.”

I could only groan in agreement as he slid out of me again, the ridges playing merry hell with my still-sensitive core. I wanted this, but at the same time, I wasn’t sure how I could stand it.

Dorvak’s grip on my hips tightened, his fingers pressing into my flesh as he showed me what to do.

He guided my movements, lifting me slightly before pulling me back down onto his cock, each thrust a symphony of sensation that had me gasping and moaning.

His ridges stroked my inner walls, sparking nerves I never knew existed, driving me to the brink of madness.

“You feel so fucking good, love,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “So tight, so wet. You’re taking my cock so beautifully.”

His words of praise washed over me, fueling the fire within. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, surrendering to the rhythm he set. His muscles flexed beneath my palms, his strength evident as he fucked me from below, his hips rising to meet mine with each thrust.

The room filled with the sound of our bodies coming together, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the ragged breaths that escaped my lips.

I was lost in a blissful haze, my mind consumed by the pleasure coursing through me.

Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing over me, each ridge on his cock sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

“Dorvak,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. “Oh God, Dorvak.”

His hands slid down to my thighs, gripping them tightly as he held me in place. He was relentless, his cock driving into me with a force that had me teetering on the edge of another orgasm. I could feel the pressure building, the pleasure coiling in my core, ready to snap at any moment.

And then, his hand moved between us, his thumb finding my clit. The added stimulation sent me spiraling out of control. He circled the sensitive bud, his touch firm and relentless, matching the rhythm of his thrusts .

“Come for me, dkaar ,” he commanded, his voice a deep growl. “Come all over my cock like a good girl.”

And I did. I came undone, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that had me groaning in surrender. My body convulsed, my inner walls clamping down on his cock, milking him, as my thighs tightened along his sides.

I shuddered, stretched out on top of him, gasping as each nerve ending screamed in pleasure. My breathing and heartbeat slowly returned to normal, and his hands stroked my back soothingly.

“Good girl,” he rumbled. “That’s my good girl. You took that cock like you loved it.”

I lifted my head, a wry smile twisting my lips. “I did love it. I can’t wait to do it again. I want to feel you come too.”

Something flashed across his face, his expression darkening just a moment as he looked away. Then his hands closed around my waist, and he lifted me off his cock, and the sensation of those ridges sliding from completely distracted me from whatever we’d been talking about before.

“Come on.” He tucked me up against his chest and rolled toward the edge of the bed, then stood.

Have I mentioned how much I loved being carried by him? So cool.

“Where are we going?” I asked, clinging to his shoulders.

“I’m going to draw you a bath with Epsom salts to soak.” He placed a reverent sort of kiss on my forehead. “Then I’ll go make us something for dinner. And then after, when you’re nice and loose and relaxed…We’re going to do that again.”

A bath? That sounded decadent. Having dinner made for me sounded even better. And his promise?

Positively wicked.

I smiled in anticipation. “Yes, please!”