Page 33 of Orc'd At A Wedding
My last thread of restraint snaps.
I yank open my belt, the leather hissing through the loops, and shove my pants down just enough to free my cock. Bliss's eyes go wide, her gaze dropping, and her throat works as she swallows hard.
"Still sure?" I rasp.
"Very sure," she breathes. "But you might need to—oh."
I'm already positioning myself, gripping her hips to angle her correctly, and I can feel how slick and ready she is as I notch the head of my cock against her entrance.
"Breathe," I tell her.
She nods, her hands fisting in my hair, and I push forward slowly, carefully, watching her face for any sign of pain.
The stretch is immediate and intense.
She gasps, her spine arching, and I freeze.
"Bliss?"
"Don't stop," she grits out. "Please don't stop."
I push deeper, my body shaking with the effort of going slow when every instinct is screaming at me to just drive forward and claim her completely. She's impossibly tight, her body clenching around me in rhythmic pulses that threaten to shred my control.
"You're doing so well," I murmur against her throat. "Taking me so perfectly."
She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
"More," she gasps. "I can take more."
I give her another inch, then another, until I'm seated fully inside her and she's trembling in my arms. I hold completely still, letting her adjust, my forehead pressed against hers as I fight for control.
"Okay?" I manage.
"Move," she demands breathlessly. "Please, Olog, move."
I pull out slowly, watching her face, then thrust back in with just enough force to make her cry out. Her head falls backagainst the mirror with a soft thud, her eyes fluttering closed, and I set a rhythm that's deep and possessive and probably too rough but she's meeting me thrust for thrust, her hips rocking against mine with desperate urgency.
"Look at me," I growl.
Her eyes snap open, hazy and unfocused.
"I want you to see exactly who's inside you right now," I tell her, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust that makes her gasp. "I want you to know this is real. That I want you so badly I'm breaking every professional rule I've ever made. That I'm ruined for anyone else after this."
"Olog," she sobs. "Oh God, Olog?—"
"Say my name again."
"Olog."
"Louder."
"Olog!"
I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing the sound as I angle my hips to hit deeper, harder, chasing the rising tension in her body. She's close, I can feel it in the way she's clenching around me, in the pitch of her breathing, in the desperate way she's clinging to me like I'm the only thing keeping her tethered to earth.
I slide one hand between us, finding the swollen bundle of nerves and circling it with firm pressure, and she shatters.
Her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her entire body seizing, inner walls clamping down around my cock with enough force to drag me over the edge with her. I bury my face in her neck, muffling my own harsh groan against her skin as I come harder than I ever have in my life, my hips jerking through the aftershocks as I empty myself inside her.
