Page 55 of How to Trust a Hellhound
I moaned and grabbed onto the bed frame behind me. When he leaned down over my cock, breathing me in, I gripped tighter, pulling against the frame. He smiled up at me.
“Good boy, doing what I say. I’m going to taste you now, because I want to.”
His mouth was on me in the next second, and I tried hard to keep my hips still, but it was exquisite heat and pressure against my cock, and it felt so fucking good. I whined, throwing my head back. He came off my cock and bit my thigh, hard, and my entire body shuddered, a gasp leaving my mouth.
“I’m going to mark you up so everyone knows you’re mine,” Wilder growled.
I nodded my head, pulling against the bed frame and mewling in my throat, and he bit the other thigh. It was a bright spark of pain for a half a second, and then it was all pleasure, like the bite was connected to my dick and my nipples. Everything was warm, and I couldn’t help the thrust of my hips, my cock looking for some friction. He licked at the spot on my thigh, and my body tensed, waiting for another bite.
Wilder chuckled low in his throat, the sound sendinggoosebumps across my skin. “Do you like that, Mei Ume? Do you like that I’m going to mark you up?”
“Yes, Wilder. Please. God, please,” I whined, and then his teeth were sinking into my hip. The pain was exquisite, my entire body pulsing, the sharpness grounding me in every sensation. Wilder’s chest pressed into my legs, one arm held my hips down, and everywhere he touched felt sensitive and warm.
I could barely keep my eyes open, but I looked down at him, and he was smiling, so amazingly sexy. He reached up, his hand skating across my chest, heading right toward my nipple.
Oh god, oh god, I wanted him to make it hurt so good. I wanted him to twist and pull and?—
I gasped, panting, fire shooting from my nipple through my chest, my cock jerking, my entire body shuddering, as he pulled hard, twisting the tiniest bit. My hips pushed up, and my cock rubbed against Wilder’s chest as he slid up my body a bit more.
“So beautiful. So perfect. Such a good boy for me,” he murmured.
His words sent sparks through me, and then his hand was on the other nipple, twisting and pulling and sending fire through me. I was panting and thrusting, twisting in his grasp. I felt like a bundle of exposed nerves, and I wanted the pressure to stop and to never stop at the same time.
He chuckled gruffly. “I bet you’d like something clamped on those nipples, wouldn’t you, Mei Ume? A constant pressure to remind you that you’re mine?”
I groaned, and his finger pinched and twisted again. I pulled myself up the bed, my hands gripped tightly around the bed frame, which pulled my nipple more, because Wilder didn’t move his hand with my body.
“Oh my god, Wilder,” I cried out.
“So pretty,” he murmured, and then he let go and lifted his weight from my body. I groaned in protest, and I heard him openingthe bedside drawer. He climbed back onto me, only he was facing my legs, and he positioned himself so his dick was in front of my face, like we were about to sixty-nine.
“Suck on me, Mei Ume, while I play with you,” he growled.
I leaned up, pulling him into my mouth, my hands gripping his hips. Warmth flowed through me at the groan that erupted from his mouth. I lost myself in sucking on him, listening to every sound he made, lapping and tasting. Each time a burst of precum hit my mouth, I moaned, thrilled at my reward.
Wilder groaned and told me how good I was, how beautiful—so many pretty words, and it all became hazy with my mouth full and his words floating through me.
I registered his finger at my hole, slick and warm, and I whined loudly against his cock as he entered me, slow but steady. There was a burn, but it was like Wilder knew that I loved that feeling. He wiggled his finger, making my body twitch. He pulled out, and two fingers were at my entrance. I whined, frantically sucking at his cock, my body strung tight in anticipation of those thick fingers filling me up.
“Relax, Mei Ume. Relax and let me in,” he murmured.
His fingers slid in, and I was so full. My hips jerked, and I could barely concentrate on the cock in my mouth, but Wilder was moaning in appreciation anyway.
His fingers found my prostate, and he pressed against it. I sucked his cock down into my throat, cutting off the scream that wanted to erupt. I grabbed tightly onto his hips and ass with my hands, holding myself on his dick.
“Oh, yes, Mei Ume. Beautiful. You like that, don’t you? Your throat feels so good around me,” he rumbled.
His fingers were relentless, pushing in and out, hitting that spot inside me. At some point he went to three fingers, and I could barely process all the sensation. I was so filled up—everywhere was full with Wilder, his cock in my mouth and his fingers in my ass, and each word of praise sent me higher and higher.
He seemed to know when I was on the edge, because he slowed down, his fingers avoiding that spot that sent electricity through my body. Eventually he pulled out, and I groaned as his hips lifted at the same moment.
He turned around, coming chest to chest with me, and his mouth devoured mine as his hand snaked down to pull and tweak my nipple. I threw my head back, gasping, and his teeth nibbled at my neck.
“Wilder! Please!” I cried out, not even sure what I was asking for.
“So beautiful for me. You make me feel so good,” he murmured.
His hand switched to the other nipple, and at the same moment, his dick pressed against my hole. I tried to push down—I wanted him inside me, but he only chuckled, pulling harder at my nipple.
