Page 65 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

None of that manifests, just King sitting naked on the edge of my bed, lifting my shirt over my head, and gasping in delight when he sees the red lace bra I have on tonight. “Oooh, hello, sexy thing,” he purrs.

“Stop,” I tease. “No, keep going. What do you mean—ah!—test it?” I ask, gasping when he undoes the hooks of my bra and catches my nipple expertly in his mouth.

He releases it long enough to say, “Do you have something bigger than my fingers but smaller than me?”

“Oh. T-toys.” I did not stammer. I’m a grown-ass woman who knows sex toys are healthy and fun.

It’s more the way the dripping between my legs turns to a geyser when I think of King using toyswithme.

“I just thought that maybe we could see how much is comfortable before we dive right in. Although I’m okay with diving in,” he whispers.

“I have some.” I have one I just ordered a couple of days ago, one I haven’t broken in yet. “That drawer in the bottom of the nightstand.”

King opens the drawer, and I hold my breath. Will he say anything about what I have?

Nope. “Which one feels best?” he asks eagerly.

I love it. I love how excited he is to learn what I want. “The pink one is my favorite, but the one in the purple bag is new. I bought it thinking about us,” I confess.

“Aww. You’re so sweet, babe.” King grabs the small pink toy and then lifts the purple silk bag out. “Can we warm up with this one?” he asks, holding out my favorite.

“Warm up?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you use it while I help?” He rubs my hips, looking up at me, chin coming to rest on one breast. “Or I could just watch and see how you like it.”

“You know how I like it,” I point out with a kiss on his forehead. “You make me come every single time. No man has ever done that. Okay?”

“I could do better? Besides, there is nothing in the world sexier than you—unless it’s watching you play with that pussy.” King’s hands slide into my leggings and push them down. “Look at you. Soaked for me? Is this the tea?” he whispers, and his fingers slip the crotch of my panties to one side.

I moan and hold onto his hair while his head dips. His lips land in my curls, and his tongue swipes the puffy split of my swollen labia.

“It’s you. And the tea.” My eyes close when his fingers slide between my folds without any resistance, sinking in as if my pussy has suction, swallowing up two fingers.

With a whirl, King swoops me up and onto the bed, letting himself crash back. “Up here,” he pats his shoulders.

“I’ll drown you,” I protest with a giggle.

“I’m a strong swimmer, Ingrid, now come and let me have my favorite drink!”

It doesn’t take too much coaxing to get Ingrid to kneel over my face, planting her dripping slit on my hungry mouth. She’s so much juicier now. So much wetter. I don’t tell her how much I love seeing her up close like this, how much I love all the changes that are proof she wants my cock.

While I begin a slow, gentle lapping that sends breathy, quiet moans into the still bedroom, I reach beside me and find Ingrid’s pink toy. I run it along her slit, turning the soft buzzing on. I roll itover her clit and down into her soaked opening. “Ride this for me,” I murmur from my sweet nest.

“What? But you’re—”

“Licking your pussy while you get fucked with a toy. That sounds like it should be fun.” I escalate the buzzing and watch in awe as her opening swallows the toy right up.

“That’s in so deep—so fast.” Ingrid gropes her own breasts, eyes closed.

I hold onto the small round base and push it deeper inside, aiming up, listening to the spot where her noises sound the most intense. When I hear them, I turn up the buzzing, hold it there, and suck on her clit for all I’m worth.

“Holy fuck!” I scream as the most intense orgasm to date rips through me.

I blame the tea for making me so sensitive, so receptive.

I also blame King for being so open to new things, for ravishing me with his mouth and a toy at the same time, making me imagine debauched things.

“Oooh. What’s that thought? I heard you sigh, and you got even wetter,” King whispers.