Games with the Orc (Monster Smash Agency, #1)

by Kathryn Moon

Why did people always want to be loved for who they could be? Didn't it make more sense to be loved for who you already were?

"Your greedy cunt will be so full by the time I'm done with you, my pet, my prize."

"I'll teach that throat to take me too, pet. I'll teach your lungs to wait for my pleasure."

And partly because when everything was at his command, I had no more worries, no more choices. Just open wide, be fucked well, and come hard.

Khell's arm shifted to holding my ass, my hands still in his other grip, and then he was using me like he had the day before, my body like a doll in his grasp, my cunt the vessel for him to fill.

"I'll keep you plugged with my cock while you sleep, watch my seed seep out of you as I hunt you tomorrow."

I was his ragdoll, fucked and filled and then nestled close.

"I want you nice and full of my cum, sweet petal,"

"You're going to take my orc cock here too. My cum. And then I'm going to plug you up and leave you full of me for the rest of the day…or until I want to fuck you again."