Chapter Eleven
I grip his ass with both hands, which is as solid as the rest of him.
I push him closer to my face and run my tongue along the length of his cock. He tenses under my hands.
I look up at him. His jaw is tight and his eyes are very dark. He’s watching me with an expression that makes me feel extremely powerful.
The realization that I can take this giant orc apart with my mouth fills me with both pride and heat.
I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and sink down slowly, taking as much of him as I can in my mouth. I can’t fit him entirely because he’s genuinely enormous, but I make it work. He makes a sound low in his chest when I suck him hard.
My hands stay on his ass, pulling him slightly closer. I set the pace, and he lets me.
He stands there with his hands loose at his sides and lets me do exactly what I want with him, which is somehow hotter than anything else he’s done tonight.
I take him deeper, and his hand comes to rest on the top of my head. His thumb traces a slow line along my temple, and I feel it everywhere.
His breathing has gone ragged. His thighs are tense under my hands. I work him thoroughly, the way he worked me, and when I finally pull back and look up at him, his expression is completely undone.
“Daisy,” he says in a warning tone.
He’s about to come, but I won’t let him. I need him inside my pussy.
“Take me, Broven,” I say and lie back against the pillows.
I drop my knees to either side, my wet pussy swollen and exposed and his for the taking.
He draws in a deep breath, and I swear he’s hanging on to every last shred of control he has left.
He lowers himself over me, but holds himself up on his forearms, his massive chest hovering just over mine. He positions his thick head at my entrance.
“Ready?” he asks.
“So ready. Please, Broven, I won’t break. I need you to fuck me.”
He grits his teeth and pushes inside.
My body barely has time to adjust to the sheer width of him. I spread my thighs further, trying to open up even more, but it’s no use. My pussy stretches around his green cock regardless.
I grip the thick muscle of his forearms and breathe through being filled like this.
“Broven,” I gasp.
He pushes even deeper and fills me until there’s not an inch of space left to fill.
When he is fully seated inside me, he stills. The sensation is overwhelming. There’s the insane stretch, but also the heat of him. My walls squeeze around his cock, trying to wrap around his massive size. His jaw is tight, the veins in his neck bulging with the effort of holding completely still.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice strained.
“Really, really okay,” I say, arching my hips up just a fraction.
He finally moves with long and deep strokes, pulling almost all the way out until the wet friction of his cock nearly makes me scream, but before I can, he pushes back in, bottoming out.
I wrap my legs tightly around his hips, locking him close, and he takes that movement as permission to go deeper.
“You feel incredible,” he rumbles against my throat, the words low and rough.
I feel tears prick the back of my eyes. Not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of being held like this and of being filled like this. I pull his head down and drag him into a desperate kiss.
He rolls his hips, hitting the perfect spot deep inside me, and I gasp right into his mouth. He hooks my leg higher, drapes it over his broad hip, and drives deeper.
“Broven!” I pant.
I’m suddenly very grateful that the suite is at the end of the hall. Not that it matters. I’m sure the sound of me screaming his name carries loud and far.
His mouth finds my throat again. His tusks drag against my skin as he moves, the smooth curve of them pressing into my neck with every single heavy thrust. Something about his monstrous size against my softness tips something loose inside my chest.
His hand slides down between our bodies, and his massive thumb finds my clit. He starts working it in slow, heavy circles while he continues to fuck me, and the combination of the internal stretch and the external friction is so overwhelming that I can’t stop moaning.
The sound of our bodies slamming together and our ragged breathing fills the room. The headboard bangs loudly against the wall.
“Broven—” I moan, my head thrashing against the pillow. “I’m going to—”
“I know,” he rumbles, his pace turning urgent. “Come for me, Daisy.”
“Oh, fuck,” I pant.
My pussy clenches around his cock and my whole body arches off the bed while I come.
“Daisy,” he murmurs and I feel his cock pulsate.
My pussy clenches around him in a glorious rhythm, milking every drop of cum from his cock. When he’s completely empty, he kisses me, then rolls off me and pulls me in his arms. His cum runs down my thighs while I try to get my bearings.
“That was…” I start, but there are no words for it.
“What we both wanted,” he says.
“Yes, definitely.”
I put my head on his broad chest, and his massive arms pull me closer. I fall asleep to the sound of the lake outside and the steady beat of his heart.