Page 50 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

“Good. My girl should squirt every time. Or almost every time,” he grunts, and I wonder if he’s close, too. “When I’m better, I’m going to have you squirting on my knot. You know that? You want that?”

“Yessss!” With a wail that breaks free, raw and ragged, I flood his hand.

Oh my God. Did I just get finger-fucked until I squirted, sprawled on a kitchen counter?

My life is becoming something out of an erotic novel.

“Take those off. I want to clean you up,” King demands as his hand leaves me and slides down to release his own cock. His slick fingers coat his long, hard cock, dark green and swollen with pent-up pleasure.

When my pants slide to my knees, he keeps his balance with one hand on the counter, and his face buries in my pussy, lapping me up. His other hand races up and down his length until he shoots, decorating the rest of my ruined outfit.

In the aftermath, I can barely breathe—until I burst out— “Shit, I don’t have any clean clothes here!”

They never mention that in erotica.

“I have a washer and dryer, bathrobes, and hoodies. I’ll clean the kitchen if you start the laundry?” he pants.

“Deal.”

“Don’t go. Spend the night?”

I sprawl next to King, naked and limp, dinner finished, dogs snoring softly on his bedroom floor. He does more with his mouth and hands than any man has ever done with a tutorial, his cock, and two good legs.

“I didn’t drink the tea. It’s still in the back of my car,” I whisper, running a hand down his chest. His fingers spread out over mine and keep my hand on his pectoral.

His heart beats like a steady drum, harder than a human heart, and when he speaks, my fingertips buzz, touched by the deep resonance of his voice.

“I don’t care,” he reassures me.

My fingers flex under his. Such smooth skin. Such thick skin, denser than a human’s, like the softest leather, the texture both hard and yielding.

I look down at the body beside me, naked and gorgeous. Perfect—except for the temporary imperfection of the immobilizer wrapped around his leg.

“Since I didn’t drink the tea, I don’t think I can do much. Besides, you’ll re-injure your leg. We already pushed it with that stunt on the kitchen counter.”

King slowly twists to the side, propping himself up on his elbow. “Staying the night doesn’t mean sex.”

“No?” But I’d like it to. He’d like it to. Wouldn’t he?

His hand massages my scalp for a second before his fingers trail through my hair with gentle strokes. “I want you around me all the time. Every night. I know that’s moving too fast. I just... I just like it best when we’re together. Sex would be a bonus, but just a bonus.”

My heart tugs towards his. I want to believe something like that. I want to believe in this feeling, believe that falling fast and hard comes with a soft landing out of a fairytale. “How can you say you want to be around me all the time? You don’t know me like that. You don’t know enough about me to make decisions that last a lifetime.” I have to be brave. I have to set the rosy images he talked about at the park aside. Be practical. Be successful. Get back some equilibrium and keep my life neat and happy, like it was until he limped into my office.

“So, I’ll learn. Nothing about you is going to put me off.”

“Really?” Maybe it’s because he sounds a little too sure of himself, or maybe it’s just because I can be a contrary troublemaker sometimes, but I challenge him. “What if I say I don’t want kids?”

“Then I guess we raise dogs and I coach junior hockey. They’re talking about doing a Junior Lumberjacks camp next summer.”

No! He had dreams of being a great dad! Kids and grandkids! I want to shake him.

How dare he give up on dreams... for me?

I don’t know if that’s as special as I think it is, but I feel like I’m glowing inside.

I keep fighting, because it can’t be this easy. It just can’t. “I don’t really like Orcs.” I lie through my teeth. I’ve liked everyone that I’ve met so far in this town—except King, oddly enough. Seems like my dislike was only temporary, I think with a wry smile.

“Oh, yeah?” King snickers and steals a kiss. “Two loads of laundry in one night says otherwise.”