He drops to his knees beside the bed—this massive orc president who commands rooms with his presence—and spreads my thighs with careful hands. His nostrils flare.
"Fuck, Sarah. Your pussy is soaked." His thumb drags through my folds and I buck against him, a moan ripping from my throat. "So wet and swollen."
His mouth finds my clit and the world whites out.
Knox doesn't tease. He devours. His tongue works me with long, flat strokes that make my back arch off the mattress, then circles my clit with pressure that sends lightning up my spine. His tusks press against my inner thighs—hard and smooth and somehow unbearably erotic. I thread my fingers through his hair and hold on.
"That's it." He groans against my pussy, the vibration shooting straight to my core. "Let me hear you. I want every moan, every scream."
I can't hold back—not the moans, not the gasps, not the way his name tears from my lips. His tongue flicks faster, harder, relentless against my clit while his hands grip my thighs and hold me open for him.
"You taste so fucking good." He sucks my clit into his mouth and my vision blurs. "Like honey. Likemine. Come for me, Sarah. Come on my tongue."
The first orgasm crashes through me without warning. I scream his name, my back bowing off the mattress, thighs clamping around his head. He doesn't stop—keeps licking, keeps sucking, drawing out every wave until I collapse back onto the sheets, gasping.
"That was one." He kisses my inner thigh, his voice a dark rumble. "Now I'm going to stretch this tight little pussy until you're ready for me."
Before I can catch my breath, he slides one thick finger inside me. Just one, and already the stretch makes me gasp. His fingers are massive—longer and thicker than any human man's.
"Fuck, you're tight." He pumps slowly, letting me adjust. "That's it. Relax for me."
I'm still fluttering from the first orgasm, my pussy clenching around him. He works me with slow, deliberate strokes until the burning stretch turns to pleasure, until I'm rocking my hips against his hand.
"Good girl. You're doing so well." He adds a second finger and I moan, my back arching off the bed. "There we go. Taking me so good."
"So fucking tight." He pumps his fingers deeper, curling them against that spot that makes me see stars. "I'm going to make this sweet pussy come again. Get you dripping wet so you can take my cock."
He adds a third finger and the stretch burns—delicious, overwhelming. His thumb finds my clit, circling in slow, deliberate strokes while his fingers thrust in and out. The wet sounds fill the room. I'm dripping down his hand, coating his wrist, soaking the sheets beneath me.
"That's it. Relax for me." He fucks me harder with his fingers, his other hand gripping my hip to hold me still. "Look how wet you are. Look how your pussy swallows my fingers. You're going to take my cock so well."
"Knox—I can't—it's too much—"
"You can and you will." He curls his fingers and presses his thumb harder against my clit. "Give me one more. I need you soaked. I need you nice and ready for me."
The second orgasm builds different from the first—deeper, fuller, spreading from my core through my entire body. My inner walls clamp down on his fingers and he groans, his cock straining against his jeans.
"Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me. Come on my fingers. Soak my hand."
I shatter. Pleasure rips through me in waves, my pussy clenching around his fingers, wetness gushing over his hand. He keeps thrusting, keeps circling my clit, dragging out every tremor until I'm boneless and shaking and so wet I can feel it running down my thighs.
"Now you're ready." His voice drops to a growl
He pulls his fingers free and I whimper at the loss. He brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes locked on mine, dark with hunger.
"Best thing I've ever tasted."
He works his way up my body, peeling my dress over my head, unclasping my bra and tossing it aside. His mouth finds my nipples—sucking one into the heat of his mouth, while his fingers roll the other.
"These perfect tits." He bites down gently and I gasp. "I'm going to spend hours worshipping every inch of you."
"Knox—please—"
"Please what?" He switches to the other nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. "Tell me what you want. Use your words."
"I want your cock. Please. I need you inside me. I need you to fill me."
He pulls back enough to shed his jeans, and I stop breathing.
