Page 57 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

I grab her hips and hold her still, pushing my tip more firmly against her. “Why don’t we see if we need to practice more?” I whisper.

Ingrid moans her assent, hips sinking slowly, my crown slathered in her juice. When I stop sliding through her folds and find the tightest, narrowest opening, I wait, letting her move, letting her set the pace.

Ishould wait. Might hurt his leg. Might hurt me. Doesn’t matter. Just a little. Just for a minute...

Adrenaline races through me. This is forbidden, pure desire.

Love. I’ve never had it. Always imagined it.

No one told me it would feel this good. To have one of his hands on my hip, and his mouth now fastened around my breast, sucking my nipple, his tongue teasing it in time with the friction of his fingers as he circles on my clit. My hand tangles with his, strokinghis thickness, pressing him to my center—and then screeching in surprise when he pops in.

The noises we make aren’t words, but they say so much.

Tight.

Stretching.

Oh, fuck, so good.

“Is that enough?” I whisper through clenched teeth.

“More than enough. All of you is enough,anyof you is enough,” King rasps, and his head falls back.

Just the crown of his cock is enough, but he gives me more, just a little, letting me move up and down at my pace.

And once I’m used to the way he stretches me, molds himself inside of me, filling every inch...I’m gone.

I forget not to jostle his knee, I forget that we’re supposed to take it easy. All I know is that his fingers rub my clit from the outside and his cock smashes the spongy tissue inside, and there’s no escape from the pleasure. It chases me. I chase it, rocking and writhing on him, not caring what I look like. My fingers dig into his shoulders, and my knees smash against his hips.

“Wait until I’m better. I’ll do all the work. You’ll just get to lie there and let me fuck that beautiful pussy the way you deserve.”

“You don’t want me riding you?” I tease in a breathless voice.

“Are you insane? I would wear this brace for the rest of my life if it meant you would ride me even once. But you deserve to be spoiled. Worshipped.”

“Well, you’re the patient. I’m the physical therapist. Sort of. You sit back and let me do the work this time.”

She spoils me. Rides me hard and fast, turning my lap into a lake of our juices, turning me into a snarling, grunting beast that aches to shove himself deeper inside of her straining pussy.

“I’m going to come,” I warn. “You have to come first.”

“Just a little—”

“I want to know if you can squirt while taking my cock. Want to feel what your pussy does when you’re stuffed full of me,” I hiss, because it’s true, and because it turns her on. I like knowing that she likes my words, not just my body. That she more than likes me. Loves me.

“Never made love before you,” I tell her. “Never realized it was so good when you loved someone.”

“King. King!” Her breathless sounds take form.

My name.

Her walls trap me, milk me, spasming and jumping against me.

It’s divine. Irresistible.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, and my cock twitches, sending streams of cum inside of her, adding another layer to the mess we’ve made as I try to dislodge.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, it’s okay,” Ingrid pants, collapsing on me.