Page 40 of How to Trust a Hellhound
“Mmm, you do please me. All your beautiful sounds please me.”
He reached down and squeezed my nipple beneath my shirt, and I pushed into him as he increased the pressure. I couldn’t help grinding against him as he squeezed tighter, sending waves of pleasure through me, and I let myself groan loudly, wanting Wilder to hear me.
“What do you want to do to me?” he asked.
I tried to think about what he might like, but he switched over and pulled at my other nipple, biting on my neck at the same time. I could barely think, and I couldn’t process what to say.
“What do you like doing, Mei Ume? Be good and tell me,” he rasped, pulling at my nipple again as he ground our hips together.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t process, but I thought of Wilder’s dick. “I want to suck you.”
“Good boy for telling me,” he murmured, biting my ear after he said it. I mewled again, and Wilder’s lips were back on mine, kissing me.
He lifted me off the table and peeled off our shirts between kisses until we were skin to skin. I ran my hands over his chest, which was firm and hairy, and I went to drop to my knees, but his hands grabbed onto my elbows, stopping me.
“Naked, Mei Ume. I want to see you,” he ordered.
Fuck. I stripped off my pants andunderwear in a rush, and Wilder dropped his own pants. I paused, staring at his dick. It was long and thick—I loved a thick dick, and I would have dropped down to suck him in, except he was holding my shoulders again, looking at me. I didn’t have time to be worried or embarrassed, though.
“Such a pretty cock,” he said, reaching down and giving me a squeeze. “So hard for me.”
I groaned, leaning against his chest. “Please,” I murmured, not even sure what I was asking for.
He hummed and let me go, walking us over toward the couch. If he wanted to sit, that was fine with me. Only he didn’t sit; instead, he threw one of the couch pillows on the floor in front of him for me to kneel on. His thoughtfulness made me want to pleasure him even more. I knelt on the pillow, placed my hands on his hips, and licked at his dick.
He was leaking precum, and he tasted like salted caramel—both sweet and salty at once. I groaned at the taste.
“Mmm, yes, put your mouth on me, Mei Ume,” he told me.
I swallowed him down at the command, happy to have directions. I let him deep into my throat, gagging, but that only made me harder. I loved feeling my mouth and throat full, and the inability to breathe for just a moment only made it all sharper and more pleasurable. I held myself there for a moment, listening to him moan, and then pulled back, licking at the head, swirling my tongue around. I looked up, and he was staring down at me, his eyes seeming to glow.
Fuck, I needed… something, and I moaned around him.
His hand went to my hair, and I groaned. I pulled against him to feel the sting against my scalp, my sounds getting louder. I wanted to taste his come. I wanted him to use me for his pleasure. I was moaning steadily, my dick hard, my tongue swirling, my hands gripping his thighs, but it almost felt like I was outside myself. I pulled against his hand again, and he tightened it in my hair, making megroan even louder. Yes, that was what I needed. The sting. The pressure. Someone else taking control.
“Does my Mei Ume want me to use his mouth?” he rumbled.
I looked up, and he was staring down at me. I could only mumble “Mmmhmmm” around his dick, trying to nod my head but still keep him in my mouth.
He took over, using both hands to hold my head still, pulling my hair and sending sparks through me as he began moving his hips back and forth. God, yes. I loved the sounds he was making. I loved that I was doing this to him.
He thrust deep into my throat, making me gag, and he went to pull off, but I reached around and grabbed onto his ass, holding him there.
“You like that, Mei Ume? You like choking on my cock? Such a good boy, taking me so deep.” He pulled back and thrust in again as he spoke.
Fuck. I was so fucking hard I ached, and I knew if I touched myself I’d probably come. I wanted Wilder to come first, though, and I continued to moan as he thrust into my mouth.
He was murmuring words of praise, and I felt myself go fuzzy around the edges as he continued to thrust into my mouth. I didn’t need to do anything, just focus on the dick in my mouth, sucking and licking as he thrust. I was doing so good for Wilder—he kept telling me so—and I couldn’t help pushing my hips into the air, seeking pressure against my hard length.
He pulled my head down onto his cock, holding himself deep in my throat, and I held on, everything light in my head.
“Such a good boy,” he murmured. “Look at you swallowing my cock down. So beautiful. You’re going to make me come, Mei Ume. Is that what you want?”
I moaned again, the word “please” trying to come out. Yes, I wanted to make him come. Please, yes.
He picked up the pace, fucking my mouth and groaning until hewas spurting down my throat. I eagerly swallowed, humming in happiness, wishing the moment could last forever.
He gentled his hands, but he didn’t pull me off, even after he was done coming. He let me gently suckle his cock, which hadn’t gone all the way soft. I felt light and drained, like I was the one who had come. My cock was still hard, but it felt distant, and I just enjoyed suckling gently on Wilder, barely realizing how much I was leaning into him.
