Page 53 of The Wild Man
After a few pats, she goes to Teeja and plops down beside him, resting her head on her front paws.
I bring my attention back to Devika and smile down at the little pup.
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Later that night, we’re back in Wild Man’s tree hut. He sits on the log, and I’m between his legs on the ground with my head resting on his thigh. Our bellies are full from the meat and fruit we just ate. My eyes drift closed from the relaxing way Wild Man softly sifts his fingers through my hair. I love when he plays with my hair.
The leaves rustle across the fire and my tired eyes open to find Teeja laying on the other side with his family. They came back with us and we shared our food with them. The meat, at least.
Wild Man slides his fingers more fully through my hair, and I lift my head to look at him. I immediately recognize the look in his eyes.
Blatant desire and need.
It doesn’t surprise me since he’s only taken me once today, and that was hours ago when we first woke up.
His fingers flex in my hair and he tilts my head back. His other hand, which I only now realize is stroking his cock, angles the head toward my lips.
“Open, momor,” he demands huskily. “Suck.”
I open my mouth. Not because he ordered me to, but because I want to taste him. I want his cock to slide between my lips. I want to feel the head nudge the back of my throat. For him to grab my hair and guide my movements. I haven’t taken his cock in my mouth yet, but I’ve thought about it often.
A pearly drop of pre-cum clings to the tip, so I stick my tongue out and flick it across the slit. Giving head has never been high on my list of things I like to do during foreplay, but it’s different with Wild Man. I liked the way he tasted the few times I’ve sucked his cum off his fingers. Maybe it’s from all the fruit he eats, but there’s a slight sweetness to him.
A deep rumble comes from him and his fingers tighten in my hair. “More,” he groans. “Take more.”
I open my mouth wider and he slides in a couple of inches. I turn on my knees so I’m fully facing him and lay one of my hands on his thigh. I move my other hand to cup his balls, lightly scraping my nails over the sensitive skin. He grunts and his hips lift.
“Good mate,” he growls.
I grow slick between my legs at his praise. A psychiatrist would have a field day with me if I were to ever sit down in front of one.
I take him deeper. He’s so big that my lips are stretched around his girth as wide as they’ll go. I slide my mouth off his shaft until just the tip is inside and flick my tongue over the slit, pressing against the little hole.
“Momor,” Wild Man growls, shoving his hips upward, trying to force my head down to take more of himself inside. “Fuck mouth. Hard and deep.”
His words have a flood of liquid seeping out of me.
I dig my nails into his thigh and lightly squeeze his balls, my actions telling him I’m the one in control at the moment. I want to tease and torment him. To drive his need so high he loses control and forces his will on me.
Desperate for some type of touch between my legs, I shift my bottom half over until I’m straddling one of his outstretched legs. I sink down and moan around his shaft when my pussy makes contact with his shin. The coarse hairs on his leg adds to the stimulation. I rock my hips up and down, soaking his leg with my juices.
I hum when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. When I tighten the muscles, attempting to swallow, he lets out a low hiss.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock that’s not in my mouth and slide it up and down the exposed part. I take him in fully and slide him back out over and over again. Slobber slides from between my lips and coats my chin. I keep up a steady rhythm against his leg as I continue to fuck him with my mouth.
Wild Man’s hands in my hair become painful when he suddenly shoves my head down, wedging his cock in my throat. He groans and grunts, the sound barely discernible over the gagging sounds I make.
His thrusts become brutal and savage. He pulls my head down at the same time he thrusts upward. Tears leak down my cheeks and slobber slides out the edges of my mouth. Both hands are in my hair now and he uses the strands to pull my mouth away until just the head is left inside. I tighten my lips around his girth, flicking the slit with the tip of my tongue. I’m rewarded when another drop of pre-cum seeps out. I greedily swallow it down.
“Love mouth,” Wild Man snarls. “More, momor. Deeper.”
He pulls me down his shaft while lifting his hips. More of his length slips inside my throat, activating my gag reflex again, which only makes him thrust faster and his growls of pleasure to become deeper, more animalistic.
It fuels my own desire, and I fuck my pussy harder against his leg.
This time when he pulls my head back, I let his cock fall out of my mouth. I immediately go for the twin balls below. I lap at them, then pull one in my mouth, sucking gently.
“Momor,” he grates.