Chapter 8 #2
His grip tightened, his thumbs pressing into the dimples above my ass. “Then you’re going to get exactly what you want, sweetheart.”
I didn’t have time to brace myself.
The first press of his cock against my entrance was a shock—broad, unyielding, the ridges catching on my sensitive flesh. I gasped, my body tensing, but he didn’t stop. He pushed forward, slow and inexorable, stretching me wide enough to be grateful I’d given birth a decade ago.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my nails digging into the mattress. The burn was intense, the stretch almost too much, but then—then—the next ridge slipped inside, and my vision whited out for a second.
“That’s it,” Korrad groaned, his voice strained. “Take me, Kesha. You’re doing so well.”
I whimpered, my body trembling as another ridge breached me, the stretch bordering on pain—but then his thumb pressed against my ass, just a hint of pressure, and his balls brushed my clit, and he was in—
Oh god.
Pleasure exploded through me, violent and sudden, my orgasm ripping through me before I could even process it.
My back arched, my mouth opening in a silent scream as my pussy clenched around him, my walls fluttering around the ridges of his cock, milking him even as he held still, letting me ride it out.
“Ko—!” My voice broke, my body shuddering, my toes curling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He didn’t move, just stayed buried deep, his cock pulsing inside me, his thumb still pressed against my ass like he owned it.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. His free hand slid up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair, gripping just enough to tilt my head back. “You’re so godsdamn beautiful, Kesha, coming on my cock. So tight, so wet—fuck, you were made for pleasure like this.”
I was still coming, my body trembling, my breath ragged. But then—then he gently withdrew, his cock dragging against my oversensitive walls, the ridges pulling out of me with a wet, obscene sound.
“W-what—?” I panted, twisting to look at him over my shoulder, surprised he hadn’t kept going until he came. “That was it? I thought we were having sex.”
His grin was wicked, his tusks glinting in the dim light. “Who said we were done?”
I barely had time to suck in a breath before his large hand spread out across the middle of my back, pressing my shoulders down.
Surprised, I allowed it, burying my face in the mattress.
The position naturally angled my ass higher, and my heart began to pound even harder than it had been during that last orgasm.
I was holding my breath when I felt the tip of Korrad’s cock at my aching, swollen entrance…
And then he slammed into me.
I screamed into the mattress as yet another orgasm burst over me. This one wasn’t gentle, and neither was he. Korrad leaned over me, his massive body covering mine, his cock buried to the hilt as my entire body shook with the violence of this release.
My cries were just broken sobs, my body convulsing around him, my pussy clenching so hard my knees gave out and I slowly collapsed beneath him. He groaned, his hips pressing me into the bed, his cock pulsing inside me as I came, my walls milking the ridges again and again.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need from me.”
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was feel—his weight pinning me down, his cock stretching me, filling me, claiming me. His hand slid under my hip, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight little circles as he finally started to move.
Oh fuck yes.
I mean, don’t get me wrong; instant orgasms had a lot going for them. If more women knew about this quirk of orc biology, Korrad’s friends wouldn’t be able to move for all the women throwing themselves at them.
But I had to admit I liked a little buildup.
So when he began to rock his hips, sliding that thick, ridged cock in and out of me, I moaned loudly, arching my back to take him as deep as possible as he pressed me into the mattress.
I was probably drooling all over the place, wasn’t I? Didn’t matter; I bit the duvet to muffle my moans, dug my fingers into the mattress, and held on as his ridges sent me spiraling higher and higher.
Korrad’s hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his cock dragging in and out of me with a wet, obscene sound.
Each thrust was deep, measured, his ridges catching on my inner walls, the friction sending sparks through my nerves.
His weight made me feel safe and cherished, his chest a solid, suffocating warmth against my back, his breath hot on my neck.
“So fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice rough, his tusks brushing my shoulder as he spoke, as if he was trying to mark me.
His hand slid from my hip to my waist, his fingers splaying wide, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh just above my hipbone.
“The way you take me, Kesha. So tight, so greedy for my cock.” His hips rolled again, his cock grinding deeper, and I whimpered, my fingers clawing at the sheets. “We fit perfectly.”
I tried to push back against him, to meet his thrusts, but the angle was wrong. His cock filled me, stretched me, but it missed that spot inside me that made my vision blur. My hips twitched, my body desperate for more, for that—
“Need—” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Need you to—”
Korrad made a low, knowing sound, his hand tightening on my waist before he suddenly pulled out.
I made a broken noise of protest, my body already empty and aching, but then he was moving me—flipping me onto my back, his hands rough as he grabbed my knees and yanked me to the edge of the bed.
The cool air hit my overheated skin, my pussy throbbing, my thighs trembling as he spread me open.
His gaze locked onto mine as he guided his cock back to my entrance. The head was thick, the ridges already slick with my arousal, and I bit my lip as he pressed forward—
Then he was inside me again, and the orgasm hit like a punch to the gut.
My back arched, my mouth opening in a silent moan as pleasure detonated through me. It wasn’t as violent as the others—my body was wrung out, my nerves raw—but it was just as relentless, my pussy clenching around him, my walls fluttering as he bottomed out inside me.
“Fuck, yes,” Korrad groaned, his voice strained. He didn’t stop. He kept moving, his thrusts slow but deep, his cock dragging against my G-spot with every stroke. The ridges caught and released, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through me, my breath coming in sharp, broken gasps.
I was limp beneath him, my hands falling to my breasts, my fingers rolling my nipples.
They were sensitive, almost too much, but the ache grounded me, the sharp little sparks of pain cutting through the haze of pleasure.
Korrad’s gaze dropped to watch, his pupils blown, the green embers in his eyes flickering brighter.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice rough.
“Touching yourself for me. Fuck, you’re beautiful, Kesha.
” His hand slid down my thigh, his fingers finding my clit, circling lightly.
“The way you respond to me—the way your body knows what it needs.” His thumb pressed gently, and I whimpered, my hips jerking.
“So fucking smart. So fucking mine, wife.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my pussy clenching around him. His cock swelled inside me, the ridges catching, dragging, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl. My breath hitched, my body tightening, my orgasm building again, slower this time, deeper.