Reincarnated Into A Hell Hound - Chapter 131

He makes me blush even further when he touches himself on top of me, giving his d.i.c.k a few long strokes and making the veins bulge his member further up, frowning in concentration with his eyes half-closed until he lets go, only for his eyes to meet mine and the intensity of his gaze makes me avoid his eyes out of reflex.

“Do you like what you see?” He asks, of course he does, and not satisfied he continues, bending closer to my head and saying right at my furry ears. “Because I’ll be opening you up and exploring your insides soon enough with it.”

I have no answer for that beyond widening my eyes and goofily staring as he moves down again, and when he reaches the edge of my underwear he stops, looks up towards me, and keeping a steady gaze on me and starting to smugly smile he slowly brings the cloth down.

And there is something on having us both n.a.k.e.d and exposed like that that makes my heart beat frenetically and my muscles tremble with a current electric sensation going up and down my spine.

He rests his hand on the inner sensible part of my thighs on purpose, his finger moving slowly there and stroking the sensitive skin as his eye goes down my hard member, making me too embarrassed to keep looking, even more with him staring at me so up close like that!

That’s why I’m taken by surprise when his hot breath tickles the tip of my d.i.c.k, making my surprise face look down only in time to see his yet moist tongue reach out and give a quick lick at the tip, making me gasp at the jolt of pleasure that bolted its way up my body.

At that his hand goes up to steady my member, and as his big hand embraces the soft skin of my d.i.c.k and his lips stay so close to the tip, he once more looks up and gives me a c.o.c.ky smile that almost makes me c.u.m on the spot.

But of course nothing could have prepared me for all the sensations I’m about to feel; and that he wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to taste all of me.

So as his thumb teases the base of my d.i.c.k by stroking in circular small moves his mouth goes down, first giving a few licks on the sensible tip that makes me m.o.a.n out loud, all restrains broken under the damp treatment of his pink tongue, teasing the little hole on the tip of my member, then licking it up like an ice-cream, all wet and soggy.

Once he brings my d.i.c.k inside his mouth, at the same time increasing the strength and speed of his hand, until where the size of his mouth allowed him to he gives my member all of his attention.

The insides of his mouth are hot and wet and every time my tip touched the back of his throat I would arch my back from ecstasy, and I’m about to c.u.m when he starts sucking the tip at the same time he licks it in a rapid manner that gives me no rest only for him to, again, stop when I’m about to reach the limit of my control and scream while c.u.m.m.i.n.g.

Once again I’m left unsatisfied as his mouths leaves my d.i.c.k and his hands start to slow down.

“Ah! Y-you prick! S-stop that!”

“Stop what? Don’t you want to have s.e.x anymore? I can always leave things as they are…” And leaving me hanging on the edge to deal with the aftermath alone? Hell no!

“No! Is that…” He speeds his hand a little at that, making me lose my words.

“Then what? What do you want? If you don’t say it clearly I’m won’t be able to tell…”

He doesn’t wait for me to answer however, clearly teasing me with his words too, knowing that I would definitely not embarrass myself at the point of begging, going down once more but this time using both his hands in coordination with his mouth, licking the top in quick and short strokes as his thumb starts pressing the lower curve of the tip of my d.i.c.k, the head being merciless touched and stroked to the point of making my mind go blank and my body tremble as if spasming from the waves of pleasure.

He brings the other fingers up too, and cups the tip with them, gripping at the head of my d.i.c.k and leaving only the very tip exposed so that he could lick it up, and the short quick moves of his tongue give no time in between for the pleasure to settle in, only building it up and up and up as if a pit of boiling lava is forming behind my balls.

“I-I’m c.u.m.m.i.n.g! Ah!”

But of course he stops again.

“Leonel!” This time he only chuckles and, without giving me proper release I’m only left dissatisfied hanging on the edge, and when I try to reach out with my own hand to get rid of this increasing pressure that had not been unconstrained once he grabs my hand and pulls it up.

“Behave or I’ll chain this one too.” He says with a smug smile while looking me in the eyes as I stare right back at him.

“Then stop teasing me, weren’t you the one who said you were going to take responsibility for it? Then do something about it or I’ll break these chains and do it myself.” He raises his eyebrow, pretending to be amused by my outburst.

“Oh really? But don’t worry I will properly take…’responsibility’.”

At that he reaches out for something on the side that I could not see, and brings it back with him, giving me a clear awareness of what his idea of ‘taking responsibility’ is at the moment.

And why he has me holding on for so long.