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Starring Georgia and Douglas from The Orc’s Second Shot at Love

“ O ne year ago, I didn’t get to properly enjoy Applefest with you.” I pout.

“Because of a wedding and a Highland Honeymoon,” Douglas agrees, bumping into me.

“What did you drink at the night market?” I ask.

“Hard cider.”

“From which booth?”

“Madge handed it to me.”

“Oh, sheesh. That’s probably strong enough to knock out an elephant. Probably also has fertility-enhancing potions. The harvest, you know? The trees and land give birth to their bounty, right before winter kills everything off.”

“Morbid, yet poetic.” Douglas hiccups at me, but his eyes are sharp. “I’m not too tipsy to take advantage of that fertility potion, pet.”

“I’m just saying it might have something in it. Madge wouldn’t go around bespelling people into pregnancy. Unless... Unless she knew how desperate a certain barista was to have a baby bump.”

There’s a sudden growl that makes me throb, and I bolt up the stairs to our bedroom.

Call me old-fashioned, but I like sex even better when I’m married. Douglas Wickstaff is mine with a capital M. I’m not going to lose him unless God wrestles him away from me, and even then, I’ll be hard on his heels.

Speaking of heels—I slowly twirl on mine as I strike a sultry pose, waiting for my kilted hottie to barge in. In honor of our anniversary, I chose to wear a simple white summer dress under a little pink jean jacket—one of his favorite outfits.

“Hey. Bring my bride back here.” Douglas prowls after me, sexy as sin with his shirt unbuttoned, revealing a chest that time and years of roaming the woods and hills have sculpted.

“Oh, I’m here.” I unbutton my dress slowly, never looking away.

I love the way his Adam’s apple rises and falls as my white lace bra comes into view.

The dress falls to the floor and reveals the pretty pale blue thong I have on, complete with a lace butterfly appliqué across the front.

“Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. I was feeling... nostalgic,” I purr.

“You look stunning.” Douglas licks his lips and pushes one strong hand back through his dark black hair, streaked with silver

“So do you. Even more so now that you’re mine ,” I step out of my heels and let him catch me as I twirl into his arms.

“Funny. I was going to say the exact same thing.”

“Really?”

“Husband’s honor.”

“I love having an honorable husband,” I half-laugh, half-groan. His lips are moving over my neck, down the lacy cups that show a shadowed glimpse of my nipples, already hard and thick, begging for his touch.

“Well, I love having a wife. Not just any wife. You. This is... This year has been different. I didn’t know marriage could be so happy, and get happier and better each day.

” Douglas kisses me as if he can undo any words he stumbled over, but he doesn’t have to worry.

I know his marriage to his late wife grew cold and distant, and made him feel like a failure.

I know they eventually stopped being intimate and mostly stopped speaking.

I talk his green ears off. And as for intimacy...

“I love you from the top of your head to your cute toes. But this region in the middle,” Douglas unhooks my bra, and my breast falls into his mouth as he dips his head, “this region is by far the most delicious. From here—” His lips work down to my waist, “to here.” He playfully bites my inner thighs.

“These are perfect. That first night when we came home from our honeymoon, and you made us cocoa? And I put my head on your lap and we watched a movie? Do you remember that?”

“Vaguely? It was just another night. Low key.”

“Not to me. I got to put my head on them and look up at you, and I thought... ‘Dougie, ye we scunner, you’ve been blessed a thousand times over. Even a night at home with Georgia feels like winning a million pounds.”

“I feel that way, too...”

I whimper as the bites work inward until they reach my full labia, pushing out the crotch of my panties.

The bulge of my clit and lips finds its way into his mouth.

As I moan, he slips the crotch of my panties aside to slide his tongue through my folds.

“I’m going to fall,” I warn him as his tongue starts lapping, making my knees go weak and my toes buzz.

“Then I’ll catch you.”

S he’s my feast. I lay next to her, my mouth latched over her clit as I rest on my elbows.

My sweet little wife writhes underneath me as she slides her open mouth all over the skin of my bare cock, licking around the tip, swirling her tongue over my swollen crown, and moaning when she swallows my pre-cum while she squeezes her first tight around my knot, mimicking the slick walls of her pussy.

It’s a miracle that I don’t pop like a hot chestnut.

I don’t know what I did to deserve this angel who’s a demon in bed.

The feel of her mouth wrapping around me while I’m lost in her soft, sweet pussy pushes me so close, so fast, but I feel like I could keep coming, maybe for hours.

There’s a buzzing inside of me. Maybe it’s the cider. Or the potion.

Georgia drags her teeth over the sensitive slit in my crown, and I see stars.

Maybe it’s just my wife.

“Love, take it easy,” I warn as she starts sliding all of my cock into her mouth, letting me tickle the back of her throat and then some. I try getting higher up on my knees, but my sweet little hellcat digs her claws into my ass and keeps me in place, moaning as she devours my cock.

Well. Return fire with fire. I start digging my fingers into her slick tunnel while I work her clit in my mouth, rolling it under my tongue, worrying it hard until I feel her pussy trying to suck my fingers clean off my hand. “Such a good wife,” I moan. “Come on me, baby. Come on my fingers.”

My cock jumps as she tries to talk around it, moaning and whimpering as her hips buck. I raise up out of sheer desperation, fighting her possessive hands. “I have to, or I’m going to come in your mouth,” I half-whimper.

“That’s fine! But not now, you’re right.” She struggles away, and we don’t need to talk. We’ve got this. We’ve been good partners from the beginning.

She won’t come on my hand, and I won’t come in her mouth. Tonight, we’re marking each other the old-fashioned way. Gotta put that potion to use.

H is hot, hard cock slides deep, deep into my pussy as he holds my hips off the bed.

Kneeling between my thighs, Douglas throws his head back, looking like some primal ancient warrior.

He’s a mass of sweat, muscles, and veins standing out in his neck as he hammers into me.

I don’t have to do anything but enjoy the sensations.

I want to tell him how stunning he is. How lucky I am.

But I can’t. My orgasm is stealing my words.

My pussy spasms, and I reach down to rub frantically at my clit.

I slide two fingers into my mouth and suck on them, aroused even more by the taste of our essences mingling.

Getting them wet, I slide them from my lips just as Douglas opens his eyes and catches me. He makes a strangled sound.

“Fuck. So hot.”

“You, too.”

We’ll be eloquent later.

He speaks through clenched teeth, shoulders working, his fingers digging into my thighs. “So close.”

“Then push your big knot in me. Pop my pussy that last little bit,” I beg, rubbing myself harder, so wet that I know he’ll slide right in—and the stretch will make the river I’m housing into a waterfall.

Douglas obeys, throwing his weight forward and pushing in until we join with a slick pop that signals his knot has entered the arena, that he owns this pussy, every inch, every ounce.

He shudders and holds still as I milk him, edging myself and resisting the pleasure for a little longer, wanting to share the explosion with him.

“Come for me, baby. Come for me,” I urge.

Like the beast he is, he slides one arm across his torso to keep holding both my legs up.

“Soon. I know you can go longer,” he grunts.

Such a good hubby. Afraid of coming too quick, as if I couldn’t ride what’s left of his rigid cock for the next hour while he’s knotted in me.

Secret weapon time. “I want your cum in me. I want to milk your cock and have something to show for it,” I beg, sucking my fingers needily again, wanting something in my mouth while I look in his eyes and set him on fire.

“Temptress.”

“Don’t you want to see me coming on your knot?

Little pink pussy wrapped around that big green candy apple?

” I lick my lips. “Give me all that cream filling, sweetie. And you know that when we’re done, we’ll share it.

” I suck my fingers again, reminding him that I have a weak spot for our essences mixed together, like the happily married little slut I am.

Douglas drops my legs and brings his chest flat to mine. Our mouths mate as my orgasm ripples into him, drawing his. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers with intensity that cuts through any little hint of tipsiness.

“Same,” I whisper back, biting his collarbone.

“Ungh! Georgia!” He bursts inside me, shaking from the force of the pent-up pleasure he’s finally releasing.

“Oh, baby. Oh, oh, baby!” I gasp, clutching him to my chest as the hot cream fills me, sending me into another tremor.

He’s mine. I’m his. I cover his cheek with kisses as he lies on top of me, eyes glazed in bliss.

“I love you.”

“Oh, thank God. Love you, too.”

We lay, locked together.

Can’t move.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” Douglas sighs.

“No! Yes? Is that too lame to say after epic sex?” I whisper guiltily.

“I’m starved. And I have the faintest little headache. I’ll be having a word with Madge,” Douglas groans, rolling to his back and pulling me with him.

I rock on him, so full, and yet the friction and fullness only make me want another orgasm. “I’ll tell you what, when we get unstuck, I’ll make you that coffee cocktail you like... and we can have pie. Georgie’s finest deep dish apple crumb.”

“Oooh, and the dirty talk just keeps coming,” he laughs, slapping one huge hand down on my ass, kneading it as I ride him with slow, shallow wriggles, unable to fully unlatch from his knot inside of me.

“Just keeps coming? I’m sorry, I think you’re the one with the dirty mouth, mister. And I absolutely love it .”