Page 30 of How to Trust a Hellhound (Hellhounds of Paradise Falls #4)

Josh

M y 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 his eyes—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?”

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 sending goosebumps 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 opening the 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.

It was exquisite torture. When I moved down, the pull against my nipple became bright and painful in a pleasurable way, and I started thrusting against his dick, up and down, the pressure increasing and then letting up against my nipple.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, and he pushed inside me in one solid thrust.

Stars exploded behind my eyelids as he thrust into my prostate over and over and over. He twisted and squeezed my nipple while he filled me up. I cried out, my orgasm crashing through me, each thrust feeling like it was making more cum shoot from my cock.

Wilder didn’t slow down—he kept going, making my orgasm last. It was too much. I groaned and panted. His hips stuttered, and holy fucking shit, it felt like he was getting bigger inside me. Like his dick was expanding.

I cried out, so full, my entire body shuddering and rocking.