Chapter Twenty-Four Team
“Ingrid.” I pant her name as I slip into her, looking at her ring shining in the light of my bedroom. Our bedroom.
“Unnn. Yes! Yes.” Her breath is low, and it catches as I take her hips in my hands, knees bent carefully on the bed, the uninjured one taking most of the strain.
Her body works against mine at first, tight pink vise struggling to surround the width of my thick green cock as it burrows inside, opening her up deeper with each thrust. Our hands fumble together between her legs, teasing her clit as I feel her stretch.
“Rub that pretty pearl for me,” I whisper, eyes closed, concentrating on the slick sound of me filling her and the noises of pleasure she makes. The early December winds screech a warning outside the window, but inside, there’s nothing but heat, softness, and steam. “Want it?”
“I do.” Ingrid bears down and pushes out, some of her hot, sweet liquid dotting the towel underneath her knees. “Unnh!”
“Ohh, baby’s going to squirt much better once my knot is inside her. Right against all those secret, special pieces that make you gush.” I feel my crown rubbing a soft barrier inside, but only for a moment before she seems to widen and swallow me down, bringing my knot to her entrance.
I rim a finger around her straining entrance, listening to Ingrid keen as my knot presses against her. “Push back. You take what you want of it.”
“I want all of it,” she hisses, fingers curling in the blankets, back arching. “You push in, I’ll push back.”
“Team work,” I tease, hands slapping down on her ass. To my surprise, she moans and shimmies. “Ready?”
She nods, not speaking. I clap my hands down again, this time lifting and spreading her cheeks so I can get an even better view of her pussy beginning to swallow my knot.
I rub my thumb against her second opening.
“Such a tight mate. Pussy fits me like a glove.” My other hand comes to rest on her mound, grabbing her soft curls and pulling her back, guiding her onto me while she rubs her hungry, throbbing clit.
My hands keep up their work, guiding and teasing, making her puff and tremble in between strains.
“Almost there.” I give my hips a final hard thrust and feel the slick pop that signifies my knot’s entrance into the shelter of her walls.
Ingrid convulses, her orgasm fast and powerful, sucking me into her with violent spasms that threaten to milk the cum right into her womb.
“That’s it. That’s your right now, you own that cock. Own that knot. Yours forever, so you can have all the pleasure you want,” I moan, eyes closed and hands back on her cheeks.
I can’t thrust anymore, but Ingrid moves, gyrating her hips and bouncing them, her soft flesh swaying so delectably as she makes herself come again, hard on the heels of her first climax.
Too much.
Too much, but so good.
The knot wedges inside, a dark green apple of erectile tissue that grinds into my clit and g-spot without mercy or escape. I think I’m in some twisted kind of heaven, because heaven shouldn’t make people feel like this, like desperate, hedonistic creatures.
But I do. I want him in me forever, I want his cum in me, I want his hands on my nipples, his teeth in my neck, his tusks making permanent lovebites on my shoulders.
His hand smacks down on my bottom, and my insides turn electric. He moves down between my legs and cups my straining pussy hard, fingers flurrying on it with soft wet smacks, then hard rubs that seem to work in tandem with the thick knot pressing into me.
I no longer care how sex is supposed to be. I just know I like it like this—ass up, pussy bursting, and my cum gushing out of me as King wrings orgasm after orgasm from me.
“Are you mine to please, little bride?” he whispers.
I wiggle my hand weakly in the sheets that I’m clawing and clutching. “You put a ring on it,” I whisper, voice hoarse from all the guttural moaning I’ve been doing.
“That’s not the right answer.”
“Yes! I’m yours to please.”
“And fill?”
“Oh, God, yes to fill.”
“Keep squeezing me, and you’ll be full soon.”
“So full now.”
“More full.”
“Not possible.”
“Keep arguing, and I’ll bite you.”
“God, please!”
He laughs, and his chest crashes into mine, smashing me. His tusks drag over my shoulder before his teeth sink gently into my neck and worry the spot that makes me weaker than ever.
It’s raw, and real, and perfect, with his cock embedded in me and my pussy leaking. I can feel him swelling inside of me, and I bear down, hoping I can pop him, make him burst and fill me.
“Mine to fill,” King repeats, and I feel his thick finger gathering up the thick, endless nectar that knotting tea makes me drip. He rubs it around my anus, and his finger slides in, as thick as a small cock and making me impossibly full.
Cocks, knots, fingers...
I scream when I shatter, pounding the mattress with one fist while I let out breathless cries into it, pussy in an endless loop of cramping and bliss.
“You’re mine, too. Fill me. Yours to fill, mine to empty,” I demand with a wail.
King’s hand crashes over mine, huge and deadly, but holding on so desperately, it’s clear to me that we’re each other’s anchors, not just in passion, but in life. We’re there when things are ugly or sweet.
As the moments tick by, I feel his essence flooding me, pushing the limits of my fullness, taking me to some blissful plane I didn’t know existed. We move together until we are lying side by side, his weaker leg extended.
“Leg okay?”
“Yes. You okay?”
“So not okay. Okay is a human word. I’m floating above Earth. I’m a sex angel.”
“I shook your brains loose.” He laughs into my shoulder.
“I’m more worried that I messed up your knee, just when you need it most.”
King sighs and pushes my hair away from my sweating neck. He’s so good about all of those little things, things I would never have imagined he would learn or do.
“I’ll be there whenever I can be,” I promise.
He nods. “Just be here when I get home?”
I hug him tight, wrapping his arm over my breasts, being the little spoon in our sexual tangle.
“I think I’ll be all moved in by Christmas, okay?”
King hums a little bit, and I recognize the tune of I’ll Be Home For Christmas.
But I know that it’s going to be most important that I’m home tomorrow night—after his first practice back on the ice.