Page 26 of Checked Out By The Orc

She’s moaning, panting, breathing hard. “Because it’s you.” She’s pushing back on my hand, greedy. Fucking greedy for my touch. “Sven, please, I don’t need… just… please…”

“I know.” I pull my fingers free, line myself up, and push into her slow from behind, sinking in inch by inch, and she’s so wet, hot and ready that she takes all of me in one long slide, every fucking inch until I’m seated deep, and we both groan.

I wrap my arm around her, one hand splayed over her belly, holding her tight against me, and move. Rolling into her, filling her over and over, my mouth on the mark at her throat.

“That’s it,” I rumble against her skin. “That’s my girl. Take it. Just like that. I got you, sweetheart.”

When she comes apart, Esme clenches around me, shuddering, and when she gasps my name, I feel my knot start to swell; I push into her, locking us together the way we both fucking love, and I spill into her in long, deep, endless spurts of cum.

After that, we stay like that for a long time. Locked together, her back against my chest, my hand stroking slowly over her belly.

“We need to unpack, baby,” she murmurs, wrecked, already drifting into sleep.

“Tomorrow,” I tell her, and I pull her closer.

THE END.