Page 66 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

“Nothing.”

“Sweetie likes when her pussy gets licked while it’s wrapped around a big cock?”

“I— Yeah. I mean, not with two people, but the sensation.”

King reaches for the purple bag and brings out the considerably larger, wider toy I purchased in hopes of “training” myself to take more than just his tip and the inch or two after it.

“That... I was hoping to get ready for...” My brain doesn’t make great sentences after an orgasm.

“So let’s get ready. You lie back and let me do all the work.”

She’s so gorgeous, and so erotic, kissing me deeply, her tongue stroking mine, even flicking against my tusks. “You taste extra good. I think the tea makes you taste even sweeter. Or maybe it’s just because there’s so much more to enjoy.”

I lie against her side, careful of my bad knee, my larger frame covering hers. While we kiss, my hand slips between her thighs, working them wider apart, one finger, two fingers, then three sliding into her so easily.

“My cock would slide right in—but how much could you take?” I hold up the new toy, thick and rubber and pale peach in color, against my own length. It’s not quite as wide or long, and definitely doesn’t have the knot. “It’s the knot part that might be tricky.”

“Haven’t tried.”

“Want to? With me?”

Ingrid’s kiss is answer enough. Her hand digs into my shoulder as I kiss my way south, the toy slowly burrowing in as I listen to her sounds. The little hums. The little gasps. The short, sharp noise as she narrows around the widest part.

“You look so pretty with that cock stretching you open,” I praise, biting softly on her thigh, moving onto her mound. “But my favorite sight is going to be when my cock is the one sliding in and out... My come spilling out of you.” I nuzzle against her clit and work the toy in and out much more slowly than I want to, savoring the wet sounds it makes on each thrust. I aim up, making sure to trail the silicone toy against her upper wall, hoping I can capture that elusive spot that makes her moan my name.

King is the most unselfish lover I’ve ever had, and not at all what I thought he’d be like based on our first interaction. He’s slow and patient. Better, he’s creative and curious. Pushing my limits like he pushes my thigh up over his shoulder, his face and hands up close and personal between my legs.

“I wanna find the spot that makes you come every time.”

“It takes time, usually,” I caution, teeth tight, eyes shut as I feel myself opening around the toy, expanding, as if my walls have lost their resistance.

But they haven’t. They jump and clamp as King burrows a finger in against the top of the toy, long, thick digit stroking up and down. It feels like a live wire running against the underside of my already sensitive clit.

“How can human men not feel this?” King huffs. His finger presses up and taps on the soft, saturated wall, finger rocking in an arc as he laps at my folds.

“Oh, fuck!” I sit halfway up and grab for his wrist, eyes rolling back. “Oh, my fucking goodness, yes!” I screech as his finger strokes in a semi-circle.

“Mm. You’re nice and full here. Swollen up inside. Juicy inside.” There’s a hungry, dangerous chuckle that sends shivers up my spine, fighting for dominance over the electric delight of my overstimulated nerve endings.

Too much.

The loving looks with the naughty mouth.

The tongue teasing the swollen bead pushed high by his fingers and the toy.

His fingers, making those rainbows of ecstasy inside of me, while my pussy is stuffed so full that I wonder if knotting tea is actually some magical potion.

It shouldn’t all fit. He shouldn’t be able to make me feel like this. I shouldn’t be screaming with my hand in his hair and hismouth grunting against me. “I want you inside, instead of the toy,” I demand.

“Not full enough?” he adds a second finger, and I curse at the sting of stretching pain that dissipates and snaps back to glorious pleasure.

“I just... I want you. Not the toy. It feels amazing, but I’d rather have you,” I pant. “And I’m so close, so close, so close...” I babble and tug as if to move him on top before remembering that’s impossible.

King leaves me with one long, lingering lick and rolls to his back. “I wanted to watch you for longer, but you always get what you want, Ingrid. That’s my rule. I always want you to be happy. I want to be what makes you happy.”

“You are. You are who makes me happy.” And confident. And sexy. “Wanna show?”

His eyes light up, and he licks his lips. “God, yes. Please.”