Page 47 of Little Red Riding Hood
Red pulled back to study Wim. His cheeks were ruddy, and the smile that blossomed across Wim’s face in response was blinding in its radiance, warming Red clear through to his soul. Then, the smile widened, became more wolfish.
“I think, for a kiss like that, you deserve a prize.” Wim undid the clasp on Red’s belt before he had time to blink, yanking on it until he’d completely removed it. It landed on the forest floor with a soft thud. “If you’ll let me have the honour.”
The way Wim kept acting like sucking Red’s cock was a great gift to him was doing funny things to Red’s stomach. Funny, terrible things.
So Red nodded, lest his voice betray him.
Wim dropped to his knees.
As Wim carefully pulled down his breeches, Red bit down on his lip, the burst of pain failing to calm his nerves. Was this really happening, or had he slipped into a fever dream?
Through the thin material of his drawers, his cock strained against the fabric, creating a visible outline. Wim pressed his open mouth against the cloth-covered length, his hot breath seeping through the material. Red’s knees nearly buckled as Wim’s mouth traced the shape of him, leaving a dark, wet patch on the fabric. The sensation was maddening—too much and not enough all at once. Only when Red let out a desperate whimper did Wim finally hook his fingers into the waistband of his drawers and slowly drag them down.
Red suppressed a laugh, the absurd turn of events sending him almost hysterical. Should he really be putting his cock into a wolf’s mouth? It wasn’t like Wim didn’t bite.
When his member finally sprang free of the material that was entrapping it, it stood to attention, firm and desperate for Wim’spromise. But when a whisper of wind caressed his bare skin, Red’s fingers twitched with the instinct to shield himself from view.
“I know it’s not…” Red trailed off, fumbling for words.Much? A monster cock like your own?
Wim’s eyebrows drew together, and his head tilted to one side. “What?” Then he glanced between Red’s face and his sorry length, bellowing a hearty laugh. “Red, your cock is as lovely as you are. And very… proportionate.”
As lovely as you are.
Red stored the words deep within his heart.
Grinning, Wim gave the side of Red’s cockhead a tiny kiss while his hand squeezed Red’s ass, pulling Red towards him. The other hand buried itself in the patch of hair above his slender length, petting the strands.
Then, while still gazing up at Red with his gorgeous amber eyes, Wim licked the glistening wetness that awaited him at the tip of Red’s rock-solid member.
Red yelped in a most unbecoming way, and would have flinched away if it weren’t for Wim’s steady hand.
Wim laughed. “Not quite the reaction I was hoping for. Let me try this.”
Wim’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate path from the base of Red’s cock to its tip, making every inch of him quiver with a bewitching thrill. The sensation was so intense that Red had to press his palm against the rough bark of the tree to steady himself. He’d often wondered what it would feel like to have a man’s tongue on his cock, but this was beyond his wildest dreams, and all Wim had done so far was lick him.
Wim repeated his efforts, though this time his tongue felt even wetter. Red’s fingers curled into the uneven surface of the tree, finding purchase in the cracks and grooves as though they were lifelines. He leaned his head back, eyes fluttering closed as waves of pleasure coursed through him.
“I love this cock of yours,” Wim whispered, the warmth of his breath fanning over Red’s sensitive skin. The words sounded like they had been spoken in a secret language, one meant only for Red to understand. Wim kissed the shaft again, tenderly, reverently, as if it were a sacred jewel. “Besides, the size of it makes it all the easier to do this.”
Red swayed on his feet, the anticipation twisting his insides into knots. Wim’s hand, firm and gentle, found the back of Red’s thigh, steadying him.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Wim took the head of Red’s cock into his mouth. The heat and wetness were overwhelming, enveloping him completely. Red gasped, his breath hitching as Wim’s tongue swirled around the tip, exploring every contour, every ridge. Wim’s lips slid down the shaft, taking more of him in, inch by glistening inch.
Red’s world narrowed down to the exquisite sensation of Wim’s mouth enveloping him. Every touch, every movement, was a revelation. Wim’s hands gripped Red’s hips, holding him steady as he slid down further, taking the entire length of Red’s cock into his throat. Wim swallowed repeatedly, and Red felt every constriction, and it was more than he could bear.
His eyes flew open, and he stared down at Wim. The sight of the wolf on his knees, his mouth full of Red’s cock, was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Wim’s eyes met his, and there was a raw, primal hunger in them that made Red’s blood boil.
Wim’s mouth came off Red’s length with a loudpop. The wolf took a moment to catch his breath. He continued his intense eye contact. “Stroke my head,” he said, with such soft neediness that a small gasp left Red’s lips.
Red’s hands immediately found purchase in Wim’s chestnut mane. Did he mean for Red to pull his hair? Red himself liked that a great deal. But no, Wim had saidstroke,so Red ran his fingers through the thick strands with reverent tenderness. He traced gentle patterns against Wim’s scalp, marvelling at how such a powerfulcreature could melt beneath such a soft touch. When his fingernails lightly scraped against Wim’s scalp, the wolf let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a purr, his eyes half-closing in pleasure.
Fingers still entangled in his hair, Red guided Wim’s mouth back to his waiting cock. Wim wasted no time, plunging Red’s length straight down his throat again.
When the muscles of Wim’s throat constricted once again around the head of Red’s cock, he screamed. These jolts of pleasure were unlike any he’d ever experienced.
So this is what all the fuss is about.
Red’s fingers threaded quickly through Wim’s hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. He could feel every pulse, every contraction of Wim’s throat as he swallowed around him, taking him deeper.
