Page 53 of How to Hack a Hellhound
Quinton leaned back and looked at my face. He must have heard something in my voice, because his eyes searched mine, and eventually his mouth spread in a slow, sultry smile.
“Why, my sexy stalker, are you nervous?” he asked.
For whatever reason, the idea seemed to give him confidence, so I admitted, “Perhaps a little.”
He laughed. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle.” And then he grabbed my hand and turned to go into the bedroom, pulling me along with him.
I followed willingly. When we reached the bedroom, he pushed me onto the bed, and I leaned up on my elbows to watch him as he shut the door. He was the sexiest hellcat I had ever seen. I wanted him fiercely and desperately, and Iwasnervous. I didn’t want to scare him or hurt him. I wanted to give him nothing but pleasure.
“Oh, the big bad Sexy Stalker is nervous. That’s so cute, Liam. Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll figure out exactly what to do with that monster in your pants.” He pointed to where my pants were tented from my erection.
He started to strip then. Yes, I’d seen him naked, but I would never grow tired of the sight. He was beautiful. He was petite and wiry, but he was all coiled energy, like his skin could barely contain his feisty nature.
“Well?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me when he was down to just his boxers.
I admit to staring stupidly at him. Well, what?
“Strip, Sexy Stalker,” he demanded, smirking again.
I was off the bed and tearing off my clothes in a matter of seconds. Quinton laughed at my haste. Yes, I liked things neat and orderly, but if I popped a button (or two) off my shirt in my rush, it would be worth it.
By the time I was naked, Quinton was sprawled out on his back on the bed, his legs spread. His cock was beautiful, jutting up and just begging for my tongue and hands. He’d pulled lube out and left it on the bed. At my stare, he dropped his legs open even wider, and I saw his hole peeking at me.
“Oh, my sexy stalker likes that, does he? Your eyes are on fire,” he said, giving his cock a leisurely stroke.
“On fire for you,” I growled, and my voice was lower, more guttural. My hellhound was close to the surface.
“Fuck, that’s sexy. Come make me feel good,” he demanded.
Demons, how I loved when my hellcat showed his claws. I hoped he unleashed them on me. I crawled up the bed toward him, stopping at his dick and giving it a long, leisurely lick. He threw his head back and moaned, and I swallowed him all the way down, feeling him in my throat. He tasted so fucking good.
I let my tail come out to play. I had never used it during sex before, although I knew it was usual to. I picked up the lube and soaked the tip, and the wetness felt good on my skin. I let my tail snake towards Quinton’s hole, lightly running it along his leg.
We both shivered at the contact, and his dick jumped in my mouth. I was gently bobbing up and down, taking him deep into my throat every so often.
“Fuck, is that your tail?” he groaned.
I growled in response, and my tail reached his hole. It flicked gently against him there, and it felt fucking amazing. It was sensitive at the tip—the best I could explain it was to compare it to the sensitivity of a nipple—and flicking it against his hole was incredibly arousing.
His cock filled up my mouth, and he was leaking precum, filling me with his taste. My hands gripped his thighs, and I reached one down to gently rub his balls. He felt so good in my hands and my mouth.
“Fuck, Liam, put it in,” he groaned.
I was nothing if not cooperative. I sank my tail into his heat, and fuck—I could feel it being squeezed. Warmth and pressure surrounded me, squeezing. He was all slick and tight. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, and his channel spasmed on me, making me growl out in pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Liam. Fuck, that feels good.”
I continued to suck on him as my tail pressed in, seeking that little bundle of nerves. When Quinton gasped out, I knew I’d found it, and my tail pressed against it. The pressure felt amazing on the tip, and if Quinton’s cry of pleasure was any indication, he enjoyed it as well.
“Fuck, stop, Liam. I’m gonna come. Fuck,” he yelled, pushing my head off of him.
I growled, mad to have my tasty treat taken away. Quinton looked down at me and chuckled at my outraged face.
“Get up here and fuck me, my sexy stalker. I want you inside me when I come.”
I crawled up his body, nipping at his nipples as I passed them. When I was even with his face, he grabbed my head in both his hands, looking into my eyes. He leaned up and kissed me gently.
“Knot me, Liam. Give me everything,” he whispered.
