Summoning the Orc (The Kingverse Orcs #2)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Becca

Such a male .

He was smiling at my breasts again, and it made pride fill me. I did have great breasts. There might be stretch marks and a mole on the underside of one, but they were full and hadn’t started to sag yet.

As Rok released a purr, rubbing his tusks and face over them, I giggled. I was almost certain that this male wouldn’t mind it when they started to sag either. He just loved having access to them.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, his lids heavy as he looked up at me.

My male. My mate.

I still wasn’t sure if I was in the middle of a fever dream or not, but if I was, I hope I never woke up. Having him here with me was fulfilling the parts of me that had felt empty. He was the missing piece.

He ran his wide tongue over my nipple and I felt my pussy clench with longing. My head tipped back on a moan as he dipped his fingers under my skirt, running his hands up my thighs.

“Rok,” I gasped, burying my hands in his hair and tipping his face up to mine. He tilted his head in question and I licked my lips with trepidation. “I just… I want you to know that I think I can fall in love with you,” I whispered and watched his eyes widen as his lips parted. “I know you think I’m brave, but it’s nothing compared to you. You handled this change as though it was nothing. You deal with everything as it comes and it doesn’t phase you. You can’t know how astounding that is to me,” I told him with a small laugh, shaking my head.

“I’m the exact opposite. Change scares me and I’m pretty much stuck in my ways,” I whispered, running my fingers through his silky locks. “I-I think you were made for me,” I added with a tremble of my lower lip. “To show me the fun that life has to offer. To open my eyes to new things and to fill the empty place inside.”

I pressed my fingers to my chest and he did as well, awe in his gaze.

“You feel it too?” he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded and he nuzzled against where my fingers were.

“I’ve been whole since I met you, my Becca. Let me make you whole, too,” he murmured, and the tears I’d been trying to hold back leaked down my cheeks at his words.

“Okay,” I told him, cupping his cheeks and raising his face to mine. “You deserve the best blowjob ever for that.”

“What’s a blowjob?” he asked, his voice muffled as I kissed him with a laugh.

“I’m going to suck your cock until you come down my throat,” I giggled, the dirty words making me wetter than I was before. The images that played in my head—of sucking on this sexy male’s thick cock—made me whimper.

His groan was loud as he slid his hand further up my thigh. “Not until I get my fill of you, my mate. This sweet treat will be mine,” he purred and I gasped as his fingers ran over my soaking pussy.

“Please,” I begged and his purr started at once.

He made his way down my body, that rumbling purr vibrating against me and adding to the relaxation and pleasure I was already feeling. His lips closed on one nipple while his big, strong fingers closed around the other, giving it a little pinch.

I moaned, grinding my still-covered pussy against his other hand, where he was sliding one thick digit across the cotton, between my lips. I was going to combust; I was sure of it.

His suckling became greedier as he ran his fangs over the tender skin of my breast, switching to the other to mark it before he pulled away, his eyes gleaming with possessive fire.

“ Mine ,” he growled, his green skin contrasting beautifully against mine as he nuzzled his way past my breasts, moving downward and taking my skirt with it, ripping it before I had a chance to protest.

I held my breath in wonder as he stared down at my underwear, licking his lips before leaning down to swipe it with his fangs. It was absolute toast under the onslaught of his teeth, and I watched as he threw the scraps over his shoulder.

His lids went heavy as he buried his face against me, snuffling against my skin, running his face all over me the way he’d done before. He coated himself in my scent with pride, and it just made me wetter. He pressed his tongue against me and the heat made my back arch.

His tongue was molten against me and my legs fell open wider, allowing him to press that thick, talented tongue harder against my pussy. My toes curled as his wide mouth covered me completely, his broad tongue swiping up to my clit until I was a sobbing mess under him.

“Oh my Gods,” I whimpered, gripping his hair in my fingers, trying to anchor myself as I came with a scream. I shook under the onslaught of his tongue, adoring it with my whole being. I’d never come like that with anyone else.

His tongue was a revelation that I didn’t think I would ever get used to. It was so thick and wide that it moved over every single inch of me, and when he sucked on my clit again, it was so strong, it sent me into a stratosphere of pleasure that I hadn’t known existed.

I tried to pull him away as the pressure began mounting again, worried about what a second orgasm like that could do to my sanity, but he refused to be budged from his goal, groaning against me as I shook, my pussy throbbing with an earth-shattering pleasure that I wasn’t sure I was going to survive. Rok gave a gravelly laugh, the vibrations of the movements making me sob with another pulse of pleasure.

“Wait, please,” I begged, my thighs trembling and my fingers aching at how tightly I was gripping his hair. “No more.”

His growl was annoyed this time, a scowl on his face as he raised his head with a huff. “More,” he insisted and I shook my head, panting for breath as I released his hair. I’d taken a few strands with me and I was about to apologize when Rok pushed a thick finger inside me that made me bow my back on a gasp.

“Oh!” My eyes went wide with wonder as I rolled my hips for more. “Oh my Gods, yes,” I whimpered, and he ran his tusk over my inner thigh, a grin playing on his gleaming lips.

“You can take more, my mate. You’re begging me for it,” he said with a smugness that he’d earned.

“More,” I agreed, and almost lost my mind as he added a second finger.

“I’m making you ready for me,” he told me, biting the skin of my thigh. I yelped, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure running through my body.

“Mine,” he purred, his fingers working inside me until I was a blubbering mess under him.

“Yours,” I agreed, pinching my own nipples, heat flushing through my body as I rode his fingers like my favorite toy. “Please, Rok. Your cock. I need it,” I begged, reaching for him, but he shook his head, keeping himself far enough away that I couldn’t tug him over me.

“One more, Becca. One more,” he told me, his voice a dark promise of everything I’d ever dreamed of.

I think he’s going to kill me.

I dug my nails into the expensive sheets under me, not caring that we were probably making a mess.

“Rok,” I cried, his fingers stroking into me slowly, pressing inside and reaching all the right places.

He took his time, dragging out the delicious pleasure until I felt like he was torturing me.

I felt so full, his two fingers so long and thick that it was more than anything I’d ever had inside me before. If this was just fingers, I didn’t know how I was going to take his cock, but I was going to give it an enthusiastic attempt.

He scissored his fingers open and my moan earned me the press of his lips to my throat. “That’s it, my mate. Feel me inside you,” he growled, and I felt my wetness dripping down. I was certain there was going to be a huge wet spot on the blanket. I was going to have to change the sheets, but I didn’t care.

“Let me suck you,” I pleaded, knowing that if he kept fucking me with his fingers, I was going to come again and then demand that he fuck me.

But first, I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d done for me. The thrusts of his fingers slowed, and that little crinkle that I was already half in love with formed between his eyebrows. His breathing was ragged as he stared at my mouth and I licked my lips to give him a little show. His eyelids dipped low and sensual, but he shook his head.

“Come for me one more time,” he argued, and my lips parted in shock for a moment before he started moving his fingers again, pressing another into me. I cried out, the fit so much tighter than before. “One more time and then I’m going to fuck you,” he told me, and I swallowed hard, struggling to remember what my name was as he used his other hand to remove his belt, the clatter of his buckle sending shivers through my body.

“Rok,” I moaned, keeping my eyes from rolling back in my head as I hyper-focused on what he was revealing to me.

His cock was a brutal work of art. It was huge , the head dribbling a small rivulet of precum that my mouth was watering to taste. The head was almost the size of my fist and I would have crossed my legs if he wasn’t finger fucking me into oblivion.

As his fingers curled, touching a spot inside me that shot electrifying sparks of pleasure through my body, I lost my vision and voice as I came for a third time. He kept moving those fingers inside me, murmuring words of praise that I couldn’t even understand, until I was a limp pile under him.

“Now you’re ready,” he chuckled, moving so that he tapped my clit with the head of his cock. I sobbed, way too sensitive for any more play, but somehow, my body was rallying again, the tingles starting in my toes when he ran it over my clit again.

“Please,” I begged, needing him inside me more than I needed my next breath. I broke off on a startled cry as the thick head caught at my lips when he pressed into me slowly, with utmost care, his gaze searching my face for signs of pain even as his lips parted on a gasp.

I shifted with my first hint of discomfort as he pushed the tip of the head inside, the stretch phenomenal and overwhelming.

“Oh,” I cried, reaching out to grip his broad shoulders, needing to hold onto something. I bit my lip as he pushed in another inch.