Page 67 of His to Hunt

I watch as her mouth gets closer, my dick throbbing enough for a bead of pre-cum to trickle down over the crown. She licks her lips again, then runs her tongue languidly through the trail, tasting me for the first time. Her grin tells me she likes it. The way she opens her mouth and pulls the head between her lips tells me she wants more.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I groan, long and low, my eyes closing and my hips moving as she begins to suckle the swollen head.

I could be rough and aggressive. I could grab her hair, shove my dick down her throat, and fuck her hot little mouth until she’s swallowing my seed. But I control myself. My mate is being adventurous but she is inexperienced, so I should let her move at her own pace. It’s not easy to keep my wolf under control, especially with the mating bond riding me so hard I can’t think straight.

Taryn sucks gently, then opens her mouth wider and lets a few inches grace her saliva-coated tongue. I grab the arm of the sofa with one hand, the other hand tangling in her auburn hair. I won’t force it. Not yet. I just want to feel her movements and guide them if I need to. It usually takes me a long time to come like this, but if my mate wants a bellyful of cum, I’m more than happy to oblige.

“Mmmmmm,” I hum, my hand still tangled in her hair. She takes more of my length into her mouth and I groan with satisfaction. “That’s a good girl. You’re doing it perfectly.”

I heap on the praise once her lips begin moving faster, practically devouring half of my length every time she glides down my thick shaft. Her tongue caresses the sensitive underside beautifully while her warm, wet mouth sucks on the hard flesh. The pleasure builds, making my balls tight, but I’m enjoying it too much to spill my seed so soon.

“If you want to be a really good girl, you need to swallow my entire cock,” I groan, pushing it into her throat and tightening my grip on her hair. I listen to her struggle, loving the way she sounds. “Go on, I know you can do it.”

Her pretty noises make me want to fist her hair to the scalp and choke her with my cock until she’s gagging on my release. This kind of decadent pleasure makes the mating bond sizzle beneath my skin, bringing out every bit of dominance and aggression that lives there.

But my restraint makes it better. I don’t force it. I let her get used to the way I feel in her mouth and throat. When she finally gets more comfortable and opens her throat so I can sink the rest of my length past her lips, I let out another obscene groan.

“Fuck me, you’re incredible,” I praise, my dick throbbing in her throat. “I wasn’t sure you’d be able to do it on your own, but you did. You like being so fucking eager for me, don’t you?”

She moans something that sounds like satisfaction, the vibration making my cock jump, then starts bobbing up and down on my length. She does that long enough to taste more of my pre-cum before she begins moving along my entire shaft. Her lips go from the sensitive spot below the head all the way down to my balls with every fluid motion, swallowing like the sweet submissive mate she clearly wants to be.

Her scent changes and I nearly lose it. She doesn’t just want to do this; she’s fucking enjoying it. That makes my dick throb hard in her mouth.

I didn’t think she was capable of being a good girl when I met her, despite her ironic last name, but my opinion has definitely changed. She is my good girl. My perfect mate, whether she’s taking my cock while she screams my name, or caressing it with her hot, wet tongue. Every time I feel it, I can’t help but gasp, my dick pulsing with pleasure.

“You keep that up and you’re going to get everything you’re begging for,” I growl, moving my hips to push my cock just a little deeper each time she swallows it.

She groans around my girth, meeting my gaze, the gorgeous gown bringing out the blue in her eyes. They’re so focused. So fucking hungry. Yet she’s still radiant and beautiful with her lips stretched wide, mouth filled with my thick, hard cock.

The pressure grows intense in my balls. I’m desperate for my release, but I need a little more. I fight against my need to force it and let her explore every inch of my cock with her velvet tongue. If she’s this willing, I’m definitely going to fuck her mouth, but not today. Today, I’m just going to enjoy this until she makes me explode.

“That’s it, you’re being such a good girl,” I rasp. “Fuck, you’re being such a very good girl.”

The praise seems to trigger something in her. Her lips stretch a little wider so she can slurp on my length. Then she sucks it into her throat, holding it there while she whimpers, moans, hums, and suckles. Her mouth feels amazing. Her tongue is unbelievable. Her moans and whimpers vibrate all the way into my balls, making them tighten even more.

Every time she swallows my entire length, I get a little closer, but I’m enjoying being edged like this. I’m usually the one in control. Even when she rides my cock, I keep her moving when she’s shaking and orgasming on my dick. I relax my grip on her hair, giving her more freedom to pleasure me as she wishes to.

The edging finally becomes too much. Her warm, wet mouth becomes too much. I fist her hair again, my hips bucking, muscles flexing, as I feel the tightness below my waist grow intolerable. Just when I think it can’t get any better, she catches a second wind and starts licking and sucking along my entire length like it’s her sole purpose in life.

“Oh fuck, Taryn!” I snarl, my dick throbbing until I finally ejaculate in her mouth.

My hot cum fills her sweet, hungry mouth. I don’t even have to tell her to swallow it down like a good girl. She’s swallowing my length and devouring my seed. Every time my balls tighten, and another thick rope floods her mouth, she makes it disappear while begging for more with her needy sounds.

When I’m finally spent, she’s still whimpering. Still moaning. Sucking my cock has clearly turned her on and gotten her ready for more. I wouldn’t be a good mate if I left her this wet and aroused without doing something about it. Her scent is a lot stronger now, sweetened by how much tasting my release turned her on.

“Did I do it right?” she asks nervously, still looking at me, her pretty lips red and swollen.

“If you didn’t do it right, you wouldn’t have made me come,” I assure her, reaching for her. “But all that did was make me want more, especially since I can already smell how fucking aroused you are.”

“Yeah, I might have enjoyed doing that more than I expected to,” she admits, rubbing her thighs together as I pull her to her feet, watching the silk gown flow down over her long legs.

I kiss her on the way to the bedroom and nearly tear the dress off her perfect curves before we get there. The only reason I’m gentle is because I like the way it looks on her. My robe is barely hanging on, so I shrug it off, letting it fall to the floor beside her gown.

I pull away from her lips with a gasp, sit on the bed, and pull her toward my lap. She seems excited at first, until she realizes I’m putting her across my thighs instead of making her straddle me.

“What are you doing?” she whimpers.

“I’m going to give you a spanking,” I say firmly, pulling her over the rest of the way and shifting her when she tries to resist.