Page 100 of Little Red Riding Hood
But it was when Red stopped pulling his hair, and started stroking it—in gentle, slow, rhythmic motions—that Wim became absolutely undone.
Between Red’s thighs, Wim felt like a conquering hero. He owned every gasp and whimper, every stuttered curse and broken plea. Wim would not merely be Red’s protector—he would strive to be his sanctuary, his solace in a world that had given him far too little kindness. He was determined to show Red just how cherished he truly was, to carve out a space within his own heart where Red would be safe and adored forevermore.
The hands stroking his hair became frantic, the only warning before Red’s entire body went rigid. Red’s cock throbbed against Wim’s tongue before he tumbled headlong into his release with a choked sob, with Wim catching every tremor and wave, drinking him down as if his life depended on it.
How lucky Wim was that Red tasted as delicious as he smelled.
As the tremors subsided, Wim gently released Red from his mouth, planting tender kisses along his inner thighs before meetinghis gaze once more. The sight of Red, disheveled and spent, cheeks flushed with the aftermath of his pleasure, sent a fierce surge of protectiveness coursing through Wim’s veins. He would go to the ends of the earth to keep this magnificent creature safe. He would move mountains if it meant keeping that soft, contented look on Red’s face.
Red’s legs appeared to give way, and he half fell into Wim’s lap, throwing his arms around his neck.
Wim gathered Red’s pliant form into his arms, marvelling at his lightness. With utmost care, he laid Red on the soft moss, arranging his limbs with gentle touches. Red’s eyes fluttered, heavy-lidded and content, as Wim positioned him like a precious treasure on display.
The ethereal glow transformed Red’s pale skin, turning each freckle into a tiny star. His chest rose and fell with languid breaths, the necklace of milk teeth gleaming against his throat.
“Look at you, all laid out for me like this.” Wim stared in awe at Red in all his glory. “How did I ever think you were a tasty snack? You’re a whole fucking feast.”
Starting at Red’s navel, Wim dragged his tongue in one long, slow stroke up his torso, tasting salt and sweetness. Red arched beneath him with a soft gasp.
“Do it now,” Red breathed. “Make me yours.”
“Soon,” Wim promised, resisting the alluring temptation of sinking his teeth into Red that very second. Because he was far from done with him.
A pout that could have melted stone appeared on Red’s lips. Then his gaze flicked downwards, landing on Wim’s straining arousal. With a growl of surrender, he leaned back on his heels, offering himself up to Red.
Red’s eyes widened, and he quickly crawled closer, like a moth drawn to a flame. Delicate fingers wrapped around his sizable girth, and Red nuzzled into his groin for a moment. Then that perfectly small mouth widened as far as Red could stretch it.
Wet heat enveloped Wim’s cockhead as Red devoured it in one fell swoop.
What a fucking sight.
What Red’s mouth couldn’t reach, his fingers took good care of—firm, wet strokes along his length in sync with his sucks.
Pleasure racked through Wim like lightning bolts, leaving him frenzied and breathless, fisting handfuls of moss.
Red looked up at him through hooded lashes before dipping a fraction lower, taking even more of Wim inside that sinful mouth of his. Wim’s body gave a shallow thrust of its own accord, inching just a sliver more inside its magnificent tightness. He moaned around Wim’s cock, delightful slurping sounds soon following.
Tiny licks from Red’s small tongue teasing the hooded skin of his cockhead almost had Wim spending his seed right there and then—he could feel his balls threatening to draw up.
No.That wouldn’t do. “Stop,” Wim said weakly. “You’re far too good at that, sweetheart.”
Wim tugged gently at Red’s hair, trying to guide him away. But Red only hummed in response, doubling down on his efforts with renewed enthusiasm.
“You little brat,” Wim gasped, pushing at Red’s shoulders, but Red only made a defiant noise, gripping Wim’s thighs tighter, nails digging into the flesh. “You’re going to get punished for this.”
A wet bubble of laughter sounded from Red’s stretched mouth, and Wim took his chance, pulling his cock out.
“Hey! I wasn’t finished!”
“Oh yes you were.” Wim lunged for Red, pushing him back onto the moss, pinning him with his body weight. “Someone’s gotten rather bold,” he hissed into his ear, then reached for his pack to find the oil in its tiny stoppered vial.
“Are you complaining?”
Wim slapped the side of Red’s thigh. “Behave.” Shifting to kneel before him, Wim gently hoisted his legs, resting them on his own. The position left Red exposed and vulnerable, but the trust withinthe depths of his eyes humbled Wim beyond words. It was a gift, and he planned to treasure it for all his days.
In a swift movement, Wim uncorked the vial and let the oil spill onto Red’s entrance. The liquid glistened, inviting him in.
Slowly, Wim inserted his index finger, savouring the way Red’s body clenched around it. He couldn’t resist leaning in for a taste of Red’s lips, stealing a kiss that left Red breathless and begging for more. Their tongues moved together, messy and fervent, as Wim added another finger, stretching him further.
