Chapter 24
Melody
I was going down the rabbit hole, and I didn’t care. I tasted what a whole new life with Hound would be like and I wasn’t ready to be done with it.
I’d take a chance with Hound, any day. He could have stayed silent, or fought back that I didn’t need to know anything but that wasn’t the case.
The ripping of the last bit of fabric had my heart racing for the finish line. His world was going to be my world.
In one solid movement, Hound carried me through the house, slamming open the bedroom door, and the power within his movements shook me. And yet made me hungry for what was coming next. I welcomed it, I needed to feel like I wasn’t a porcelain doll that he didn’t want to break.
I had already welcomed a cruel world with the words that stung too deep to cover up.
“What a pretty little songbird,” Hound cooed, making me want to do anything he asked of me.
In one quick move, his lips assaulted mine, showing me that he wasn’t going to hold back. His mouth pried mine open in a hungry, bruising kiss. He carried me to the bed, laying me down before rushing to trail down my naked body, while the man was still dressed.
“So sweet for me, aren’t you. The way your body craves me is a damn sin,” he said, teasing me along my inner thighs. The sensitive flesh kept me squirming under his touch, like it was too much but too little. As I tried to beg for more, more movement, his two thick fingers slipped into me with ease. My back arched at the sensation.
I looked down, watching him play with me, his piercing eyes looked back at me. The wet sounds of my pussy filled the silence.
“Was this for me, honey?”
I nodded my head. “All for you, Hound.” His fingers curled deep in me, stretching me, preparing me for his cock. He kept slipping them in and out. The ache kept growing, teasing to be released.
But Hound wanted to keep the pace slow, punishing, in his control pace. When I bucked my hips trying to find my own release, his fingers slipped and spanked my pussy.
“Fuck,” I hissed, almost at a whimper.
“This is my pussy, to do what I fucking want. So if I want to watch you wither under my pace, edging the fuck out of you, you’ll say thank you. If I want to continually watch my pussy squeeze my fingers and come all over it, you’ll say thank you” he growled out.
His hot breath sent pleasure to my aching cunt, his darkness was true control, true usage for him. This was what he needed to center his world.
“Please, Hound,” I whimpered. He didn’t like that answer. Smack . Fuck, maybe I liked my pussy spanked.
“You liked that a little too much. You like a little pain, don’t you?”
Truthfully, I didn’t know it would turn me on to the point of explosion. He didn’t return to my wet heat. He stepped away, unhooking his belt, crumpling it to the ground.
“Turn around, head hanging over the edge,” he ordered. My heart raced harder in my chest.
I quickly scrambled to the edge of the bed, hanging my head exactly where he wanted. He let his pants fall to the floor, his thick cock bobbing in front of me. He stroked his cock, my mouth salivating for a taste, to please him.
Whatever he unlocked by entering my life, I wasn’t ever going back .
I slipped my hand toward my clit, rubbing small circles, slowly teasing myself. It didn’t last long as rough words escaped from Hound’s mouth, “Hands off,” I stopped, wanting to defy him, but didn’t. “Slip your hands under your ass, like a good girl.” So I did.
“That’s my girl. Listening so good,” he cooed, cupping his hand on my cheek. The anticipation was killing me. “Knees bent. You’ll need to brace yourself as I fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.”
With knees bent, I watched his movements, waiting for him to take control. Take what he wanted.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded. I happily obliged.
His cock hit my tongue, his taste swirling around like it calmed everything. He slowly thrusted, teasing my mouth and into my throat. My body spasmed at the feeling, my hands itched to touch myself, touch him. His groan was my reward, knowing this would send him over the moon. He thrusted out, my lips teased him, sucking him as he hissed out, “Fuck”.
That’s right baby, only I can give you what you need.
Fuck, when did I get possessive?
“Fuck, do that again, Melody,” he said. “Take all of me again.”
I did, I took every inch of that cock that I wanted so bad to be buried in me. His cock hit the back of my throat, my body spasming again. My back arched up at the intrusion, accommodating for his girth and length. I was never one to like sucking dick but for him, it’s all I wanted to do.
He stilled, waiting for me to gag a couple of times, before slowly leaving my mouth as my lips caressed him. He leaned over with a groan, his fingers tracing my inner thighs. He left the head of his cock at the opening of my mouth. My tongue swirled, tasting the precum that wept from him.
“That’s my good girl, taking this cock like that’s all she wanted,” he praised. “Maybe next time, I’ll have a little vibrator on this pretty little clit. Would you like that, pretty girl?”
I nodded my head, because the thought of losing control with him would send me over the edge.
He worked my clit, slowly teasing it. I felt like a wet mess that wanted to be cleaned up.
“Open your mouth, let me fuck it.” I stretched my mouth wider, keeping my head still. At first he thrusted with a slow pace, but the more he picked up speed his finger followed suit, leaving me in a puddle as my orgasm started to crash over me. My scream was muffled by his cock. Small tears started to flood my eyes.
“Your mouth is a piece of heaven, but as much as I want to stay there,” he said between breaths, “I want to come in that sweet pussy that keeps gushing for me. He didn’t let up on my clit. My sensitive nerves were on the verge of coming again.
He pulled up, and brought me to sit up. The tears finally dropped down my face. He kissed every single one of them. “Look at you, such a pretty mess for me.”
My body was recovering from the burst of pleasure and still, I looked at this man and needed more. I shoved the rest of his clothing off, leaning into a kiss. Our mixture of moans and groans, our bodies collided as if we were one. He nipped on my bottom lip, a thrush of pain surrounded my body.
He leaned back before flipping me to my front side. Hound’s hand traveled along my backside. He propped my ass in the air, before he whispered, “Mine.”
“All yours, baby,” I mewed.
He dived in, savoring my pussy. I grabbed the sheets in front of me, muffling the screams of pleasure. He brought me to the edge, and I turned my head, “Don’t stop, Hound. For the love of God, don’t stop,” I pleaded with him.
He palmed my ass, gripping his hands in a possessive, bruising way. I could feel Hound’s fingers dig into my skin. The pain turned into pleasure in moments, leaving me wanting more of him than ever before.
Smack !
I thrust forward from the impact, only to be repositioned as he savored me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. His tongue speared me, taking all that he wanted.
Smack!
“Ah,” I screamed. The more I moved, the harder his impact. I’d take the blissful punishment any day.
I was right there waiting for the explosion. He must have known I was getting close because he stopped, pulling back leaving me to search for any kind of release. He leaned down to my ear, his hot breath on my skin, “You want to come? Tell me how much you want it.” His voice darkened.
It took everything in me to catch my breath and gather up the words. His hand traveled up my neck and into my hair, he gripped tight to bring us up. His lips attacked my neck, waiting for me to say what he wanted me to say.
“Hound,” I breathed out, but too captivated to speak. He drove me to the brink and back.
He kept nipping and sucking my neck. His other arm wrapped along me, palming my sensitive breasts. I wasn’t going to last much longer. The pressure built up again, and all I could think about was him sinking into me where he belonged.
“Fuck, Hound please. Just fuck me like you want to, like you want to buried inside,” I pleaded with him. His hand over my breast pinched my nipple making me buckle from the sharp pain.
His hand wrapped possessively around my neck, squeezing it, taking control of the air that I had. Pleasure was still rising throughout, building to the point of almost breaking. He released me, only to squeeze me again. His other hand trailed along my sensitive clit, circling around it. The mixture of pleasure and submission began to build in my head, like it was breaking free from the old version.
He released my throat and gave a deep chuckle. “You enjoyed that didn’t you?” I moaned, still entranced by the slow, torturing strokes of my clit. My moans grew louder.
“Dirty girl, made just for me,” he said sinisterly, before shoving me down to the bed, propping my ass back up.
Lost in the haze that he created, he teased my entrance with the head of his cock, and I was tempted to take control, but fought against it.
“There will be nothing between us, you’ll take me bare,” he announced. “Anything I need to know before I fill this little wet cunt.” I shook my head.
Before I knew it, in one hard thrust I felt everything from him. Every fiber of me stretched to accommodate him. He was hitting every spot. There was nothing soft and sweet about his thrusts. Every fiber of my being wanted to collapse right there and then. It was real and it fulfilled any dark carnal need I had.
And when my orgasm flooded me, I thought it would have been in the end, but Hound never let up. Somehow he flipped me on my back, putting a thick pillow underneath me and resumed his speed.
Already spent and tired, I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting into a floating space. I heard the mumbles of Hound saying, “Hang on, songbird. This pussy is fucking heaven.”
I screamed his name. Screamed “Hound” as if I was the one howling at the full moon. Every time I called out his name, it drove him to madness.
I reached for him, craving the touch of his skin. He took my hands and leaned forward. His burning lips pressing against mine into yet another bruising kiss. He held back for so long until his own orgasm took control. He buried himself in my neck as his cum mixed with my own release. His cock was still twitching inside as I circled my arms around his neck, holding him close.
His heart rate steadied, his contentment radiated by his touch. This powerful, strong-willed, infuriating man had released a bit of what has been pent up for a long time.
I stroked his back, my fingers trailing along his skin. I was coming down from my own high.
I kissed the top of his head. “Baby?”
He mumbled something. I caressed his hair as he nuzzled me. I couldn’t help but smile knowing that this would change everything. “Baby?”
He finally turned his head, and the slight content smile on his face told me everything I needed to know.
The man was spent. “As much as I love that you’re a weighted blanket right now, I need to clean myself up.”
He moved down to rest his head on my chest, his chin resting there. His cock finally left my body, although the thought was there for a brief moment of what if it was still there.
Mind out of the gutter or the man may go for round two or three and you’ll be seeing stars.
“I’d keep you in my bed if I could.”
“I wouldn’t put it past you, baby,” I said, caressing his face with a sappy smile myself.
He laid there quietly before speaking. “You know what I realized?”
“What, Hound?”
He softly kissed my chest, distracting me from needing to get up and move. “I haven’t taken you out on a date.”
I sucked my lips between my teeth, not wanting to point out the obvious, but ultimately failed. “Well, that would have meant that you and I were seen together and not always fucking.”
He sighed, which melted my heart. “Let me take you out, let me show you everything.”
I gasped dramatically, “Oh my gosh, are you finally going to tell everyone your big secret?”
I joked with him, hopefully as a sign that I was ready to move past it and grow.
“Best secret that I’ve kept,” he cooed. His big blues were shining back at me. “But I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“Me?”
“Yes, Melody.” He pushed himself up to hover over me, “You’re mine now, too late to turn back.”
I playfully pushed his chest. “Hey, that’s my line.”
I could say that we weren’t looking back, even knowing what the roads would look like.