Chapter 19
Hound Dog
S he had me tripping over my own self. I rarely wanted to go down on a woman, mainly because it never enticed me. But Melody was different. Her little siren song put me under a spell. Everything about her from her soft skin to her gorgeous breasts to the sweetness of her dripping pussy.
This was a woman that captured a side of me that I didn’t know I had.
Possessiveness.
I wanted to consume her. Bring her to the edge and back and have her moan my name when she came hard. The ache in my dick proved me right.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to sink into her, I needed my cock to stretch her and own her. Her little head popped up when she heard the zipper of my jeans pull down. In one swoop, my cock sprung free and was aching to unravel her even more.
She slowly leaned forward with her elbows and her eyes widened at what was in front of her. Her full lips parted slightly, and if you listened closely the word fuck came from her.
I started gripping myself, giving a slow, teasing rub. Without a moment to spare, she crawled on all fours, biting her bottom lip. Her irresistible hips with every movement, when she approached my hand glided over her back, bending over to grip her ass. I had all the time that one day I would bite it for being a damn distraction.
I looked at her, pushing her auburn hair out of the way. Those enchanting eyes looked soft and pleading.
“What do you want?” a small cruel smile appeared on my face.
“I want my turn,” she said.
“Your turn?”
“Did you really think you were the only one that wanted a taste of something they’ve wanted?”
The little temptress.
“How could I deny you?”
She didn’t need any other approval or direction. She leaned forward teasing my tip, with her slow, taunting licks. “Fuck, Melody.” She kept going, making it known she wasn’t going to stop. Little by little she took each inch, bobbing in and out. She wanted to bring me to the edge just like I did her. She wanted me to lose control. Well she was getting her wish.
Her moans vibrated my cock which only made it hard to refrain from groaning. She adjusted herself, spreading those legs apart. It was only then, in my own cloud of lust, that I saw a flash of movement. She had slipped her hand down to her already sensitive pussy.
She was getting off on my own pleasure. She had picked up the pace, still dragging her tongue underneath my cock. “That’s it. Fuck. Melody. You keep doing that and…” I didn’t finish as she opened her mouth wide and sucked me down until I felt the back of her throat.
I’m fucking screwed.
I bunched up her hair in my hand gripping it. Her moans continued as she looked up at me, locking onto my eyes. She pulled back, gasping for air. She was the first to try and I was going to make sure she was the last. Her back hunched as she was bringing herself to a second orgasm and I wasn’t going to let that happen.
If she was going to come, it was going to be on my cock, buried deep in her, with my name screamed at the top of her lungs.
I jerked her hand off her pussy and pulled her up by her hair. I imagined that the pain would only turn her on.
“Such a good girl. Taking this cock, sucking me down. But little songbird, it’s time to make you mine.” I captured her lips as I leaned her back on the bed. I didn’t know how much longer she and I would last. I was a damn teenager, ready to burst at any moment.
I rubbed the tip of my cock along her pussy lips, watching her mewl over the sensation. I wanted nothing more than to drive her wild, keep her in this bed. It wouldn’t be too bad of an idea.
“Hound, please,” she begged as I continued to tease her.
“Please what, honey? Tell me what you want,” I cooed, putting the tip in her entrance. She bucked her hips, trying to make it go further.
I did something that I’d never done to a woman, much less a sweetbutt. I spanked her pussy. Something possessive stirred in me, and I’d do it again just to watch her jolt, and yelp in pleasure. “Naughty, songbird.”
“I just want you,” she whimpered.
“Want who? Hound Dog or Nash?”
She moaned. “Whoever wants to fuck me. I don’t care who it is, I just want you.”
“Want me where?”
I could see the little tears in her eyes between a need growing intense or the fact that emotions have been all over tonight. And for once, I wanted to make sure she didn’t run.
“Shh, honey. I’m right here. All you have to do is tell me where you want me.” I wiped the stray tear that started to run down her cheek.
“I need you to fuck me like you have dreamed about,” she said breathlessly.
“No Melody, I’m going to fuck you like we’ve both dreamed,” I said, as I thrust slowly into her, feeling all of her stretch, the breath she had now stolen away from her.
She was fucking tight, any tighter and I would have thought she was a virgin. Her wet cunt just made it easier to slip in and out just to drive her crazy.
Her breath hitched at every movement I made, thrusting ever so slowly. Her head lolled from side to side. Her focus came back to watching my cock disappear into her warm, wet pussy. The one that made a mess on the sheets. She was truly a vision as she squirmed underneath me. She went from moaning to growling at me.
What the fuck did I unleash?
In a shocking moment, she wrapped her legs around my waist then slipped toward the back of my legs. Her small frame was failing her at this moment. Her burning gaze made my heart sink and my dick harder.
“Hound. Fuck, please you can fucking be gentle with me on another time. We both know slow and intimate wasn’t what you dreamed of. Make that another dream,” she started to say in a breathless voice, then she pulled my chin closer, mostly by my beard, “Now fucking fuck my brains out, please.”
What a damn mouth on her.
She wasn’t the shy, meek type of woman that strolled into the Blue Sax, but a ravenous tigress, sinking her claws into me.
Then she kissed me hard.
To say that I wasn’t harder than a rock would be a lie because for the first time, a woman that I craved, the one that I knew was down there in her soul had come to play, and she had claws. I’d let her win this round because that’s what I wanted to do, fuck her hard into that bed, leave every mark that I could, claim every part of her body and soul.
“Hang on, honey,” I said before I pulled out of her, flipping her to her stomach, wrapping my arm around her backside, pulling that juicy ass in the air. “Tell me, tell me that this is all mine?”
Thrust .
She whimpered.
Thrust
“Tell me that you’re ready to stop running.”
Thrust
“Tell me that you’ll become the woman that I know you are to be.”
Thrust
“Because while I’m not a hero”
Thrust
“I will be the damn devil revealing everything that you are.”
Thrust
“Beautiful, big hearted, talented, and the only one that can drive me to this”
I picked up speed, hunching over to hear more of her breathing, her little moans that would set me off like a rocket to the moon.
“Hound. Everything. It’s true, please, harder,” she begged.
I angled her body to drive myself harder and faster, making us both chase our release. We were both lost in the sensation that was pure carnal desire. Between both of our sounds and me driving my cock into that sweet pussy, it wasn’t long before we were both going to let go.
“You asked me days ago what I thought we were. And I said I didn’t know. Well, I do now.” I kept going, savoring each moment she watched me fuck her, being owned, being mine.
“Fuck, please. Ahh,” she started to say as her pussy squeezed me like her favorite thing she couldn’t let go.
“I know. You’re fucking mine, and I don’t plan on letting you leave.” I craved this possession of her. Body, heart, soul, and mind.
Her pussy clung on to me with every thrust, she became louder and louder.
“That’s it. Squeeze my cock,” I commanded her. “Fuck you feel so good.”
“Hound, please. Don’t stop,” she said, staggering each word.
“Never. But now I need you to give me one more orgasm, honey.” I didn’t hold back, I put everything into both of our orgasms. Her body started to tense and her pussy started to spasm, sending a final ripple through me as my cum started to bury inside her and my cock twitched from the release.
I collapsed around her, kissing her sweaty shoulders. Her auburn hair stuck to her back. The hidden little curls under the tangle of hair made me smile. Her heartbeat was matching mine, settling from the best feeling I’d had in my entire life.
If this was bliss, then I have found it with her.
We stayed there with my cock still ingrained there. The sudden afterthought that we got carried away broke through. I got closer to her ear and whispered, “Please tell me that you’re on some sort of birth control.” Her body was still sensitive, coming down from the high she climbed.
Her head turned to the side, a plastered grin came on her face. “What? Didn’t you want to have kids right now?” She buried her lips between her teeth.
Mine.
“That could come sooner rather than later if you keep this up.” I kissed her cheek.
The brief moment of seeing her barefoot in the kitchen, humming her tunes, while growing our kid sent both panic and a sense of bliss. Unfortunately, the thought didn’t stay because right now, I wasn’t ready to protect a fictitious child from the world we live in, especially my world at that current moment.
“Baby, your cock is still in me, you really want to talk about this right now.” I raised an eyebrow. She scuffed, “Yes, Hound. I’m clean and protected. And if I wasn’t already feeling like I’m out of my body I would be scolding you to make sure you’re not the one with the diseased dick.”
There was the little snark and confidence I was waiting for, she was the image of a box of mystery.
I pulled out of her, watching our releases mix together, and leaking out of that sweet pussy. “Next time you can scold me. But you’re the only one.”
I was raised a gentleman, of some sorts. I kissed her shoulder blade before walking to the bathroom to grab a warm, wet cloth. By the time I got back she had turned to her back, a glorious sight of her naked body in my bed.
If I wasn’t holding back from breaking her, I’d make it a few more rounds.
When the cloth touched her sensitive pussy, her hips bucked, and she let out a little moan. I couldn’t help but kiss her inner thigh, inhaling her sweet scent that would be burned in my own senses.
She reached out for me, my cheek caressed her hand. I crawled up her body, resting between her legs, laying my head on her stomach. Her nails combed through my hair, scratching my head. The pure innocence made me melt in her hands.
She whispered, “What are you doing to me?”
“Hopefully making you happy,” I said, earnestly.
“Hound, you are doing so much more,” her melodic voice said.