Page 40 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

Probably, but with as wet as I am, maybe he’d just slip right in...

“You smell so good.” King looks into my eyes and removes his fingers from where they were doing an excellent job bringing me to a slow, rolling climax. He sucks them, running his tongue expertly between his two digits, making me think sinful thoughts about hisdextrous tongue. “You taste even better. Divine.”

“I—I do?”

“Mmmhmm. Want me to prove it?”

“How would you prove it?” I let out a little gasp when he pulls me up, dragging me over his chest, bringing me up to his shoulders. My hands hit the wall above his head. “We were just cuddling!”

“I wanted to prove how yummy you were. We could always go back to cuddling... after?” He asks, placing a kiss on one of my thighs.

“I’m seriously afraid I’ll suffocate you or something.”

“Then, according to Viking legend, I get to go straight to Valhalla,” he smirks, now kissing the other one, this time leaving a long, slow lick that stops at the place where my outer labia begins.

“You’re not a Viking,” I sputter, nerve endings cartwheeling around. His hands are squeezing my cheeks, his tongue is dragging and flicking across my skin, my pussy is like, right next to his chin...

“Well, I’m not wearing a helmet and sailing the seas, but I’m about to get wet.”

Ingrid shrieks when I hoist her up a couple inches and shimmy down, smothering myself with my so-soft Ingrid. Her thighs are like pillows, and her pussy...

Everything is hot and wet and pink, and my tongue doesn’t know where to go first. I want to be inside her sweet little slit, I want to be wrapped around her clit, sucking on her as I imagine her mouth wrapped around my cock. I want to lap up her juices until they flow straight down my throat. “I’m addicted to Ingrid. I’m an Ingrid-aholic,” I moan from my wet, erotic palace, face shimmying between her thighs and tusks pressing into her thick outer lips.

“Are you okay?” Ingrid asks, like I’m not in heaven.

“Okay is on some other planet. I’m awesome,” I groan, and I lock my hands around her waist so she can’t escape, buckling her in for what I hope is the best ride of her life.

All the phrases in the books say things like “her toes curled” and “electricity raced through her.” Or they use terms like “she was unmade” or “she came apart.”

Well, fuck, they’re right.

His tongue is as nimble as he is on the ice, swooping, flicking, and parting me to expose my most intimate secrets. I gasp in and let out a high, shaking cry that I don’t even recognize when his lips fasten around my clit. King delivers short, staccato sucks, reminding me of the air-pulse toy I have in my bedside table.

I’m afraid I’m going to drown him.

Or smother him.

Or snap his neck when I helplessly buck against his mouth. I have all the fears.

King squeezes his fingers deeper into my flesh. “Stop worrying. I can feel you worrying.”

“You can?” I ask as my toes curl.

Yep. Actually curl up tight as tingles race down my legs.

Sex has never been tingly.

“You have nothing to worry about,” he purrs, and he looks up into my eyes as he pulls me back into his mouth.

I don’t trust a lot of people. Comes from taking care of yourself and moving around a lot, but I decide to trust him on this and try to shut my mind off.

Just feel.

King makes it easy. He’s thorough and fast, and his groans of pleasure make me believe he wants this. Wants me. His tongue wriggles inside as his upper lip plays with my clit, and my walls tighten—spasm—on him, and I wonder what it would be like to have his thick cock in me instead of his tongue.

“You feel so amazing inside,” he whispers between wet, hungry gulps that make me blush, even as I start to get into a soft, steady rhythm, actually riding his mouth.

Never been this wet. Sex has never been this gloriously, soakingly messy. I can feel juice leaking down my legs, hear the soft, slick sounds when his tongue goes in and out... “You’re so good at this,” I pant, my hands leaving the wall and settling in King’s thick, dark hair.