Page 50 of How to Flirt with a Hellhound
“My turn,” he rumbled, and he leaned down and picked me up, tossing me on the bed behind me.
Like, literally fucking tossing me. He was so fucking strong, and he was hard and turned onfor me.
He was on me before I could even lift myself up onto my elbows, devouring me with his mouth, our cocks rubbing together as we both moaned.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” he rumbled in my ear when he pulled away from my mouth, and I mewled as he bit down on the tip of my earlobe.
“Yes, Dex. Please. I want you inside. Want you to fill me up,” I moaned.
Ineededhim. Needed him inside me. Needed him all over me. I didn’t think I’d ever been so fucking turned on. I made a whimpering sound I barely even recognized, and Dex was sliding down my body, his hot mouth stopping to lick at my nipples.
I was one giant erogenous zone, and my nipples were hard little peaks as Dex laved at them. Before I could get frustrated,he slid down, biting at my hip and causing me to jerk, and then he lifted my legs up and separated my ass cheeks with his hands, and holy fucking fuck he totally bypassed my dick and leaned in to suck on my hole.
He went at me the same way he kissed me—all nibbling and tongue and firm lips, no hesitation, only passion. He was growling against me, and I was whimpering and mewling, unable to help myself. Then he slid something inside me, and I thought it was a finger, only it felt bigger than that, and I didn’t even have time to process what the fuck, because it felt otherwordly. It was warm and hard and thick, but not so thick that it hurt as he eased it in, and then he… fuck, he was fucking moving around inside me.
I was panting and couldn’t stop, and I thought I was gonna come, because whatever he was doing… I couldn’t even explain it. He pressed against my inner walls, and he found my prostate like he had a fucking homing beacon. I cried out as he flicked against that bundle of nerves, sending sparks flying through my whole body. Again and again he thrust into me, sending me flying higher and higher, the pressure building up in my spine. I felt like my whole body was full of electricity.
I almost came, only his hand came up and grabbed the base of my dick. He eased off my prostate, grumbling, “Not yet, baby.”
“Please, Dex, please,” I cried out. I couldn’t take all the pleasure. My entire body was on overload. “I need…” I whined out, and I didn’t even get to finish before he was sliding up me, licking and biting his way along my skin until he was at my neck. He used his hands to grab both of mine, pressing them into the mattress. My ass was on a pillow, although I didn’t even remember that happening, and his dick teased my hole.
Then he was pressing against my hole, wet and hard and hot, and where the fuck had the lube even come from? His handswere on mine, and I didn’t know how he was guiding himself in so easily, and I whined as he entered me.
We were both breathing fast and heavy, and I knew he was trying to give me a moment, but I jerked my hips, trying to take him deeper. He growled into my neck, and then he bit down on the spot between my neck and my shoulder as his cock slid all the way into me.
There was that slight burn I loved, but he had opened me up well, and there was no pain, only pleasure. I was so fucking full. His teeth were on my neck, biting down. His cock was in me, filling me up. He was everywhere, surrounding me, and I jerked my hips as he hit my prostate, white hot pleasure traveling down my spine again.
Dex pumped his hips into me, his teeth still holding onto my neck, and why was that so fucking sexy? He started slow, but then he pounded into me, hitting my prostate on every slide in and out. It was almost too much. Too much sensation cascading around me.
I came with a cry, my whole body jerking and spasming, my hips pumping against him and my channel squeezing around him. He growled louder, bit down harder, and I swear he broke the skin, which only made my pleasure more intense. My cum spurted out between us, my dick rubbing against his abs, prolonging the pleasure.
Then, god, it felt like he was getting bigger inside me, like I was stretching, and he was barely moving, but his dick pressed against my prostate relentlessly. There was a slow drag across that bundle of nerves, and it was too much. Too much sensation, too much pleasure. I was full, more full than I’d ever been before, and I swear I could actually feel his hot cum filling me up. I didn’t even give a fuck that we hadn’t used a condom, although I should have. There was only pleasure, like he was marking me.
His teeth dug into my neck as he growled, and his cock filled me up, and then I came again… still? I didn’t even know. I only knew that the intensity was beyond anything I had ever felt, and I didn’t think I would survive. But fuck, what a way to go. It went on and on and on, and I didn’t know where I ended and Dex began.
It was just… God, it was too much. I felt like pieces of me were breaking off and floating around, like the world was hazy and smoky as flickering light danced behind my eyelids. I had no idea how much time passed while we both moaned and rode the waves of our orgasms. I had never experienced such prolonged pleasure, and I didn’t know if it had been two minutes or twenty, although it felt like we’d been locked together for an eternity.
Eventually, I managed to peel my eyelids open. Dex was still on top of me and still hard inside me, although I didn’t feel so crazy full anymore. Dex surrounded me with his heat, although he was careful not to crush me. Our panting breaths filled the quiet room, and his head was buried in my neck.
Only… the flickering light wasn’t just behind my eyelids.
What the fuck?
“Dex?” I asked, suddenly unsure. “I think the bed is on fire.”
Chapter 20
Dexter
Icould taste Toby’s blood on my tongue, sharp and coppery. Just a little taste—I hadn’t bitten down too hard, but I’d broken the skin.
I hadn’t been able to help myself.
I had knotted Toby. I hadneverknotted a human before, but I hadn’t been able to control it. My hellhound had taken over, and I still didn’t feel entirely in control. My knot had gone down, but I couldn’t seem to make myself roll off of Toby, although I was careful to keep my weight from crushing him.
Because I would never hurt Toby.
Protect, protect, protect. Ours,my hellhound chanted in my mind.
