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He went to sink to his knees, but I caught him.
“Stop means stop, and I’ll know if you’re not enjoying yourself. I’ll be very upset with you if you aren’t enjoying something and you don’t tell me. Understand?” I asked, looking into his eyes.
His pupils were blown wide, his face tinged pink, his breathing heavy. He was exquisite. I waited, not letting his arms go.
He licked his lips. “Yes, I understand.”
Chapter 19
Josh
My brain had been chasing around itself, the anxiety building, until I felt like my mind was a broken record and I was going to need to crawl out of my skin to make it stop. It was too much to process, and I was stuck on it.
Then Wilder bit my neck, and my mind came to a screeching halt. Yes, please—I wanted out of my head. I wanted to bring Wilder pleasure. I wanted to make him feel good, and suddenly more than anything, I wanted his hard dick in my mouth. I wanted to suck on him until he was panting and groaning.
He had stopped me from falling to my knees, and he wanted to make sure I was enjoying myself. I told him I understood. Didn’t he understand that giving him pleasure would make me feel good?
“Good,” he said, still holding my shoulders tightly. “I’ll tell you exactly what you need to do to please me, Mei Ume. Do you like that idea? I’ll give you directions for everything, so you don’t have to think about it.”
I nodded my head. Yes, I loved that idea.
He let me go, and I couldn’t help the little whine that escaped me.
“Go into the bedroom and strip off all your clothes,” he said.
I turned and headed straight to the bedroom, pulling off clothes as I went. I could hear him following, stripping his own clothes. By the time I made it into the bedroom, I was stripping off my boxers.
“So beautiful. Turn around and let me see you,” he commanded.
I had the barest moment to feel self-conscious—I was not built like Wilder and the guys—but his growl of approval was enough to set me at ease, and then I was distracted by his hard cock jutting out in front of him.
“Mmm. You like what you see? Come and show me how much,” he growled.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, and he grabbed onto my hair. I moaned at the sensation, and he tilted my head up.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, and he brought my face close to his cock.
He smelled like musky forest, like man and winter and sex, and I breathed him in. He brought me closer, and I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out. I wanted to taste.
He pushed his dick into my mouth, and my eyes rolled back in bliss. He didn’t go too deep. There was precum on his cock—it was both salty and sweet—and his hard length in my mouth was a warm, full presence.
He held me tightly by the hair, moaning, and some part of my brain registered that I was moaning as well. I worked my tongue against him, pressing my lips tightly around him, moving the tiniest bit because that was all I could do with his hand in my hair.
I got lost in the sensation of sucking him. The taste, the smell, the hard length in my mouth. I worked my lips and my tongue, my dick growing harder with each groan from his mouth, each whispered word of how good or beautiful I was. His hand was tight in my hair, and sometimes I pulled harder against him, moaning at the sting.
I looked up at him, my mouth full of cock, and the look in hiseyes—I was making him so happy, and my cock jerked at the bliss on his face.
All too soon he pulled me off, and I whined at the loss. I could have sucked on him forever.
“I want to come inside you, Mei Ume. Would you like that?” he asked.
“Yes. Please,” I answered.
“Go lay on the bed on your back,” he commanded.
I rushed to obey him. As soon as I was laying down, he crawled on top of my legs.
“Put your arms up and hold onto the bed frame, Mei Ume. Can you do that for me?”
