Page 99 of Falling for the Orc All-Star

I rise up with Ingrid gasping and clutching at me, suddenly several feet off the ground. I deposit her on the bed with way less elegance than she deserves, but with all the desire that she instills. “I want to be in you. Right now. Can I?”

“Fuck, yes.” Ingrid’s heels are on my hips as I stand over her, pushing my pants down and pulling my warm-up shirt off.

“You called me mate. That’s... That’s not fair.” I pump my cock while looking at my present, my treasure, my everything. So pretty in bridal white with a wicked smile and a puffy pussy that I can still taste when I run a tongue along my bottom lip.

“You called me mate. How is that not fair?” she challenges.

“Because when you call me mate, I want to be buried inside you until you’re rocking on my knot, squirting all over my thighs.”

“Oh. In that case... Mate.”

“Ingrid!” I prowl up the bed.

“Mmmmmate.”

“Damn it, the first time is supposed to be slow.”

“It was. This isn’t our first time as lovers. It’s the first time asmates.”

My hands slam into the mattress on either side of her shoulders, and her legs swing up to weave over my calves, locking me to her. My cock slides up to her leaking slit, and I let out a groan of pureecstasy when her hand wraps around my hardness like she owns me and guides me home.

“Oh, my fucking goodness,” Ingrid babbles when her walls, now accustomed to the stretch, open around me and welcome me in with only a few easy pumps. “This is so different than being on top.”

“Yes. Now I get to do all the work. Pound into that pussy until my knot pops in and you’re pinned on it, pretty little butterfly fluttering while you come all over me.” I bite her neck softly while my hips pound into her, slow and soft, building in momentum as her walls clamp and quiver, and her breasts bounce wildly under me.

“You make things sound so brutal and so beautiful all at once. Just matches you. Mate. Beautiful. Brutal. King and warrior, and heart and home, and alllll the good things,” Ingrid praises me while her walls push against me, creating friction that makes both of us grit our teeth.

“Why are you so good to me?” I demand, losing rhythm, losing control, knot pushing to be let in, but my body unwilling to stop the ride. I like the way she looks, spread around me and stuffed so full...

“Because I love you. Because you’re worth loving, and you always were.”

With a roar, I lean back and push forward, listening to her full, long scream as my knot seals her entrance, then pushes inside. Her walls snap around it, locking it inside of her, making her painfully full.

I have my treasure, and it’s all mine. She’s stuffed full of me, waiting for my cum. My hand works against her clit while she bucks and writhes, whimpering, thighs tucking back against her chest. She doesn’t know it (or maybe she does), but she looks even hotter that way, underneath me, with her pussy pulled tight around my knot.

“Come for your mate,” I whisper. “So he can come for you. The next time will be much longer. I promise.”

“I don’t mind if it’s quick as long as it feels this good,” Ingrid hisses, eyes closed. Our fingers join on her mound, and my hips make little surges in response to the ripples of her walls. I can feel every squeeze and pulse, the pounding that speeds up as I leave a flurry of wet-sounding smacks against her clit before grinding my fingers against her, determined to wring the best orgasm from her.

“Oh. Ohhh. Ohh!” Three little pants, her eyes open wide, then shut, and Ingrid turns into a waterfall against me, marking me.

It’s only fair that I return the favor. My spine bows and my legs clench when my seed shoots out of me and fills her, flooding her, both of us lost in hot liquid that we can’t escape, still knotted together.

When the last soul-emptying spurt is deep inside my beautiful bride, I collapse on her, feeling her warm limbs wrap around me, feeling her kisses across my chest. “I love you.” It’s a vow and a prayer, all the hopes and dreams come true, wrapped in one person.

“I love you.” Ingrid looks up at me and runs a finger over my chin. “Mate.”

“Devilish woman. What am I going to do with you now?” I challenge with a laugh.

“You’ll think of something.”

“It’s hard to tell the stars from the snowflakes.”

King and I are wrapped in a big blanket, sitting on the cozy loveseat in front of the bedroom’s picture window. The sky above is midnight blue, almost black, and snowflakes fall slowly, coming from up high, dancing with stars until you can’t tell the difference.

“You’re right. I can’t tell until they’re falling past the window,” King whispers against my hair, cuddling my naked body close, cocooning us together.

“Up here, you feel like you could reach right out and touch those stars...” I sigh, sleepy. It’s been a big day after all. It’s been a big year, and a new one starts in a few weeks. I hold my husband’s hand. I’m glad it’s starting with him.

King kisses my forehead as the dogs settle in by our feet. “Maybe you can.Ican.”

“What? You’re not that tall,” I giggle.

“You have your all-star beside you. I havemystar right here. Right in my arms, and I intend to keep her there.” King buries his head in the crook of my neck, kissing my cheek. He holds me so tight, and I can feel all the pain of the things he’s letting go of, all the joy of holding onto all the new things we have together.

My voice is soft as my fingers stroke through his hair. “I have good news for you, Mr. All-Star. She intends to stay.”