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“Please, Wilder,” Josh moaned, his hips thrusting.
“You want my dick back in your mouth?” I asked, and Josh moaned and nodded again.
I kept a hand tight in his hair because I knew he liked the sting, but I let him take control of sucking on me again. I moaned and showered him with more praise, his mouth and tongue working me over, one hand coming back to my balls to gently hold them and give little pulls.
When my tail was slick with Josh’s precum, I pulled off his dick. He groaned, but he didn’t stop what he was doing, continuing to suck on me.
“Good boy,” I said. “So good for me. Look at me, Mei Ume,” I commanded.
He looked up, his mouth full of my dick, and I put both my hands on his face. My tail snuck around to Josh’s ass, slipping in between his cheeks, and I saw his eyes widen as I found his hole. He moaned around me again as I rubbed against it, getting it wet with his precum.
“Do you want me inside you everywhere, my mate?” I asked.
Josh was moaning and nodding and trying to sink down on my cock, and I held his gaze as I slipped my tail into his ass, feeling the heat of him surrounding the tip. I pulled him down onto my cock, so every bit of me was inside his mouth, inside his throat. He gagged a bit, but he only held my thighs more tightly, moaning, and my tail found that bundle of nerves in his ass and rubbed against it.
Josh’s eyes closed, and his hands went slack against me. His throat was swallowing around my dick, massaging it, and he was steadily groaning. I pulled him back just a bit so I could feel little puffs of air coming out his nose. “So perfect. So beautiful. And all mine,” I murmured.
Josh’s eyes opened, his gaze fuzzy and dazed, and I pulled him off my cock, chuckling at his sound of protest.
“Don’t worry, Mei Ume. I’m not done with you,” I told him. “I need to be inside you. I’m going to fill you up with my knot.”
Chapter 27
Josh
Iwas floating in sensation, everything fuzzy with pleasure and Wilder’s voice. I mewled in protest when he pulled me off his dick—I wanted him in my mouth, needed to taste him, and he laughed, a sexy, throaty sound that made my cock jerk.
His tail was still in my ass, but it was just filling me up now, no longer pressing and undulating against my prostate.
“Do you want me inside you, Mei Ume?” Wilder asked, and I had the sense that it wasn’t the first time he’d asked me. My head was nodding, but he wanted words.
Words were hard; I felt too good. But I wanted to please Wilder.
“Yes. Please,” I murmured, leaning back toward his dick.
He held me steady, though, then lifted me up by my shoulders. I rose shakily, and somehow he kept his tail steady in my ass, making me moan. My legs could barely support me, and I leaned into him when I was standing. He rumbled steadily, caressing my skin and holding me up. I floated on a sea of pleasure as he leaned down to kiss me, taking control of my mouth.
I let him lead, staying soft and compliant because I could benothing else. I was Wilder’s. All Wilder’s. I wanted him to use me in whatever way he wanted to.
He led me toward the bed and eased me down, face up, still giving me kisses and occasional nips that sent zings through my body.
And his tail… holy shit, his tail. It stayed inside me, keeping me filled up, but he barely moved it. It was a steady pressure that felt amazing and kept me floating in my sea of pleasure.
When he had me splayed out under him, he began to work over my nipples. I groaned and thrust my hips against his tail, fucking myself on him. His teeth and lips were exquisite torture on one nipple while his fingers tweaked, pinched, and lightly twisted the other. I couldn’t keep still, each spark of light pain sending pleasure to my dick.
“Wilder!” I cried out as he sucked on one nipple steadily, a constant, aching pressure that felt amazing.
“Yes, Mei Ume?” he asked, pulling off, his voice husky. “What do you want, my mate?”
“You inside me,” I panted.
His tail thrust against my prostate, making my hips rise off the bed. I moaned uncontrollably as he began thrusting in and out, hitting my spot with each thrust.
“Oh god, Wilder!”
“So beautiful. You are my treasure. Such a good boy for me,” he murmured.
“Wilder, please!” I begged.
