Fake Dating an Orc Cowboy (Sweet Monster Treats)

19. Rosey

Chapter 19

Rosey

I ’d died and gone to cock heaven. Natural Jacob’s Ladder? I couldn’t imagine why orc cocks weren’t the topic of conversation everywhere. Move out of the way, human males, because orcs were going to drive everyone wild.

As he started to move, those glorious coorails stroked my inner walls while the bead-like things hummed. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “I need more.”

“And you shall have it.” With a growl, he began to move harder within me, pulling all the way out and driving his cock back inside.

He was big and long, but just right for me, and he was going to drive me out of my mind within seconds.

Ostor pounded into me, the headboard thudding against the wall with each powerful thrust. The vibrating beads on his coorails teased my inner walls, driving me closer to the cusp of a mind-blowing orgasm. My legs clung to his waist, urging him deeper as need consumed me.

Just as I was about to tumble over the side, he pulled out, leaving me panting and gasping for more. I writhed, desperate for him to fill me again.

“Wait, wait, no . . .” I said.

“I know, tiny one.” His low, rough voice tickled across my skin. “I want you to feel every inch of me, to know what it's like to be taken by an orc.”

His words made my mind spiral. I loved the intensity, the confidence he showed now. It was clear he wanted to please me in ways no man ever had.

With a growl, he flipped me over onto my belly, lifting my hips to position me on my knees. He spread my thighs wide and pushed back into my wetness from behind. His powerful thrusts soon had me moaning and clutching the covers beneath me, completely consumed with the bliss only this male could deliver.

The vibration of his coorails combined with the depth of his strokes shot me all the way to the stars. I trembled with anticipation, desperate for release.

“Ostor,” I moaned, my voice ragged. “Please.”

His response was a guttural growl. He intensified his movements, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. Our moans filled the room, and I clung to the feelings, lost in the rhythm of his thrusts.

Every stroke brought me closer, but he knew how to drag out my pleasure, making it last until I could barely stand it. My mind turned into an inferno of sensation, his every touch sending me higher.

When my orgasm finally crashed over me, I cried out his name, my body convulsing around his cock. He roared his own release, his body shuddering as he pumped into me, filling me harder. Faster.

Finally, he slowed and came to a stop, his head hanging above mine, his breathing jagged.

We collapsed onto the bed together, our bodies slick with sweat. Ostor pulled me against his chest and wrapped his arms around me. I felt cherished, loved, and utterly content.

“That was amazing,” I said, still quivering with aftershocks deep within me.

“ You are amazing.” Warmth filled his voice. “I've never felt this alive or as complete as I do with you, Rosey.”

His words tugged at my heart, and I felt seen and loved in a way I never had before. This moment with Ostor felt poignant. We were establishing a strong connection, one I wanted to hold onto forever.

I was falling in love with my fake orc boyfriend, and it felt far better than any fantasy could.

Sometime during the night, I woke to moonlight streaming through the gap in the curtains and the sound of Ostor’s soft breathing beside me. Rolling onto my side, I studied his peaceful face, his breath leaving a warm spot on my forehead.

I adored this guy like no other, and I hoped that what we were building would last. I wanted more than just a long weekend. What would he think if I asked for not only his body but his heart? Because I wanted to make this real. We could live together. I’d stand by his side as he and his brothers built their new venture, giving him anything he needed. My heart blazed with the dream of a future where he was always with me.

He stirred, his eyes opening. He gave me a tusky smile, drowsy and sweet. My gut clenched with longing.

“Hey,” he said. The sleepiness in his eyes went away, replaced with a flicker of need.

My body ached in delicious ways, but I was more than willing to be with him again. Those coorails! His cock itself. While it was big, it wasn't so huge I couldn't enjoy it fully. He hadn't hurt me, not one bit. And I knew he never would.

His arm tightened around my waist, drawing me against him.

His eyes . . . they sparkled like the sky outside, full of diamond stars and moonlit bliss. I cupped his face, pulling his head down to claim his mouth with a kiss that soon made flames roar through us.

His hands roamed my body in a lazy manner at first but soon with growing heat. His cock rose between us, nudging comically at my knees, reminding me that he was so much taller and bigger than me.

Ostor's gaze met mine. The warmth there stole the breath from my lungs. He looked at me as if I was the most precious person in the world. I either wanted to cry or shout out to the world that he was mine. All mine. His fingertips skimmed down my side, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. I quivered, yearning for his touch.

In one fluid motion, he rolled us over, pinning me beneath him. His weight pressed me into the mattress. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he continued to kiss me. This male was so tender and sweet. I’d never get enough.

He explored my mouth with a reverence that stunned me, because I felt the same. This moment meant everything; he meant everything.

Breaking away, he explored my skin with feather-light kisses, his fingertips dancing across my collarbone and down my arms, before gliding up to my breasts. My nipples hardened, and I was soon begging for more.

He took one of my nipples into his mouth, the sensation jolting pleasure straight to my core. I bowed my spine, pressing myself up to him, wanting more of his exquisite torture. His other hand slid down my stomach, teasing the curve of my hip before finally, finally, reaching between my thighs.

When his fingers grazed my clit, I gasped. He stroked me, sending waves of bliss through me. I was on fire, my body a blaze of sensation.

He kept his movements steady and slow, as if he had all the time in the world to bring me to the brink. There was no past, no future, only the pulsating heat connecting us now.

As my orgasm barreled through me, his eyes locked on mine. He didn't look away, not even for a second. He watched me, his expression a mix of lust and fascination, as if he couldn't believe I was letting him do this.

The wave crashed over me, my body convulsing with the force of my climax. Ostor rocked me through it, his eyes still sinking into mine. As the last of my shudders subsided, he shifted his position, spreading my legs to nudge the head of his cock into my soaked entrance.

With one powerful thrust, he filled me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, my body stretching to accommodate him. After a pause, he began to move inside me in a slow, almost lazy way.

My moan ripped out, and I shoved my hips up to meet each of his drives. He continued to pump, building my heat all over again. Soon, I was completely lost in the feel of him pulling out and plunging back inside. He reached between us and stroked my clit, sending my body higher. His eyes remained locked on mine through it all, as if he needed to see my desire unfold, needed to watch as he gave me this gift.

The vibrations of his coorail beads made heat roar through me. Every stroke was aimed to draw out my bliss. I soon perched on the edge again.

He leaned in, his breath hot on my skin as he whispered, “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I gasped, clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.

He pushed harder, driving me deeper into the abyss. With each thrust, I squeezed his cock with my inner walls, contracting around him. I couldn’t handle much more.

“Now,” I pleaded, my body beginning to ride through the pleasure.

His coorails vibrated harder, matching the relentless rhythm of his hips.

“Ostor,” I cried out, clinging to him.

“Take it, Rosey,” he growled, his eyes blazing with passion. “Take all of me. Everything I am and everything I will ever be.”

With one final, powerful thrust, he sent me careening over the side. I convulsed beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing through me. He groaned, his own release roaring through him as he filled me completely.

After the rush subsided, Ostor pulled out of me and rose from the bed. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth, and the tender way he gently cleaned between my legs made my heart swell with affection.

“Orcs have lots of cum,” he whispered, a touch of embarrassment in his voice. “As I said, it's our nature.”

Even this simple touch aroused me again, my body sensitive yet still craving more of him. He must've noticed, because he gave me a shy smile before focusing on my lower body, his fingers brushing my clit.

“Come for my fingers,” he said, his gaze locked on mine. “Show me how much you need this; how much you need me.”

I gasped, my body responding, building the heat all over again. He stroked me masterfully, drawing out a sharp, unexpected orgasm that left me shaking. As I came down, he tossed aside the washcloth and gathered me into his arms, holding me as we both settled into silence.

We soon drifted off to sleep.