Your grip on the blanket beneath you tightened as you grunted. Rough fingers were digging into your flesh, keeping you spread to make it easier to feast. Slick and saliva were dripping down your thighs and soaking into the blanket.

  There was always a mess when Kentaro was allowed to get his hands on you and now was no exception. On your knees with your face buried in a pillow, he was behind you, dragging his tongue over your throbbing clit as he lapped up your arousal. He groaned, his tongue leaving a broad stripe of drool over your clenching hole.

  Kentaro's breath was hot against your burning skin. His hunger for you had his grip near bruising and his teeth scraping against your flesh with his tongue buried as deep as it could reach. The bites he'd left on your ass and thighs still stung, but you always knew what you were getting into when it came to the Mad Dog. The marks he left behind told a very different story without context, making it seem as if Kentaro was a ruthless hound marking his territory.

  While he indeed was marking territory.... Kentaro, in reality, was your puppy so eager to get his hands on you and had been begging as soon as you got home. He was rough around the edges and a whiny brat whenever his dick was hard. The collar around his throat and the leash firmly grasped in your fist was the quickest way to keep him in line when he got too rowdy.

  "That's it. Fuck, such a good boy~." Your voice was breathy before your hips bucked from his tongue circling your clit. His lips closed around the bud to suck on it, making you moan as your knuckles went white from your harsh grip. Kentaro groaned while sucking, adding a low vibration that struck you to the core. He released with a soft pop and licked from clit to taint.

  He was panting and shifted his weight behind you.

  "Is that good enough?" His voice was husky and you scoffed.

  "Fuck, no."

  "C'mon. I don't know how much more I can take." Kentaro sounded so needy, and you knew exactly why. His poor cock was aching and had gone untouched this entire time. You tugged on his leash to pull him closer.

  "I already told you. You make me cum, then you can." You wiggled your hips while smiling, hearing him growling in frustration. Kentaro's blunt nails dug into the flesh of your ass before his mouth was back on you, licking and sucking to give you what you wanted.

  Moaning when his thick tongue delved into your pussy, you bit your bottom lip from how the wet muscle curled and prodded at your insides. One of his hands let go of your ass to circle his thumb over your clit. You could feel more of his drool mixing with your arousal and dripping onto the bed.

  Kentaro pulled away, panting and trying to catch his breath before sliding two of his fingers into your pussy. You cursed under your breath at how his fingers stretched you. His hands were bigger than yours in every way and it was one of the things you loved, especially now.

  His fingers went deeper and were stronger than his tongue, hitting more precisely as they curled. You shivered in delight and moaned his praise when his tongue glided over your clit to not leave it neglected. While he may complain about his own needs and whine for relief, leaving you unsatisfied would be even worse. He had his own pride after all.

  You finally peaked when he was sucking on your clit and knuckles deep in your pussy. He could feel you clenching around his fingers as you cried out in pleasure. Kentaro groaned low enough it nearly sounded like a growl, pushing you even further over the edge with the vibrations.

  By the time your orgasm passed, you were panting and smiling, body feeling lighter and relaxed. Kentaro pulled his fingers free as his breath hit your lower back. You could feel his golden gaze boring holes into the back of your head.

  It made you give a sighing laugh before you tugged on his leash.

  "All right. Mount up, sweetheart." You cooed. Rough hands grabbed your hips, his calloused palms a delicious contrast to your soft skin. You pressed your legs together and felt Kentaro's erection against the back of your thighs. His breath shook with a groan when finally feeling you against his cock. He ground his hips against your ass, smearing the mix of bodily fluids on your thighs over his length.

  You felt the mess on his face dripping onto your bare back as he pawed at your body in an attempt to pull you even closer. Kentaro managed to slip his cock between your thighs and hissed from the wet heat surrounding his aching shaft. He could feel the muscles in your thighs tense and relax as you got more comfortable.

  Curling the leash around your knuckles, you yanked on it, forcing him to lean over you until his face was near the back of your head. Turning your face to kiss his temple, you then licked his cheekbone.

  "You like being a good boy for me, don't you?" Your voice purred, and Kentaro quickly nodded his head as his grip on your hips tightened. "Your face is such a mess. Do you remember the deal?"

  "Pussy is off-limits unless I can make you cum while fucking your thighs, then I can do whatever the fuck I want."

  "That's right. Now get to it, champ. Show me how badly you want it." You gave his leash enough slack for him to pull away. Kentaro moved his hands up your back, pushing down against your shoulder blades to have you arch more until your face was in the pillow again. He was trying to position your hips to have his cock trapped between your thighs and against your clit.

  He grabbed your hips again and drew back before thrusting forward until his pelvis hit your ass. Kentaro groaned, low and guttural, making your blood burn with excitement. His desperation had him snapping his hips like a dog in heat as he clung to you. Each thrust hit harshly, enough to make your ass and thighs jiggle against his body.

  It drove him wild to see your body beneath him, each impact visible for a second, and to feel you tugging on his leash, pulling on his collar. Kentaro was trying to maintain enough sense to remember that he needed to make you cum for him to get his prize, but finally feeling your warm, wet thighs clamped around his aching cock made his mind go blank. Your inner thighs were soft and plump, feeling so perfect when your muscles clenched and tightened around him.

  His blunt nails dug into your hips as he panted and forced himself to slow down. The drag of his dick over your clit made you bite your lower lip and groan. For a moment, you thought he would forget the deal in the haze of pleasure, but if Kentaro was one thing, it was determined. He hated to lose even if it was to you.

  "Aw, it's cute when you get feral. C'mon, just lose yourself." You teased while lightly tugging on the leash.

  "Shut up. I can do it." Kentaro snarled before shifting his hips. He was trying to find a better angle until you moaned and your pussy clenched around nothing.

  "Oh, fuck!" You hissed under your breath. Having orgasmed from his mouth and fingers left you more sensitive still, which was part of your plan, but Kentaro had found the perfect angle and speed to grind against your clit. You felt his cock throb before his drool was dripping onto your back.

  Kentaro was barely in control; all of his focus was on maintaining his pace while forgetting about everything else. The only thing that mattered to him was feeling you squeeze around his cock and hearing you moan. He could be selfish and use your thighs, spilling his cum on the sheets beneath you, but pleasing you had much better rewards. But he would be selfish in one regard; he would drag this out as long as he possibly could.

  He loved your thighs. He loved feeling them; the way they squished in his hands when relaxed and could squeeze the life out of him when clenched. The way they surrounded his cock and cushioned the slap of his balls with every thrust could make him snap.

  Kentaro couldn't look away from the bite marks he left on your ass earlier. They were red and swollen, the indents from his teeth so clear from his practiced bite, and they jiggled like the rest of your flesh. Their soreness hit you over and over again, driving home just how much Kentaro craved you.

  "Oh, Kentaro, that's- Fuck!- that's good." You praised him, plucking at his strings and making it even harder for him to think straight. "You're drooling so much, puppy. Are you sure you can do it?" You challenged him yet again, digging your claws deeper into his senses.

  "I can. I can!" Kentaro's face twisted into a vicious snarl with his nose scrunched up. His ears were already bright red with his blush spreading across his cheeks. His stamina was not only useful on the court, and he'd be damned if he lost that easily.

  You knew his mean-looking expression only meant that he was trying to concentrate and not spill his load all over your thighs so soon. But you were in a mood, wanting to make this even harder for your mad dog.

  With a wicked grin, you pulled on his leash while using your free hand to reach beneath you and drag your finger over the slit of his cock when he thrust forward. Kentaro nearly doubled over and cried out as your finger smeared his pre over his slick head poking between your thighs. His hips stuttered, throwing off his steady pace as you giggled.

  "Stop that!" He snapped at you while trying to regain his composure.

  "You don't get to tell me what to do. I'm in charge here, mutt." You were grinning as you circled your fingers around the tip of his dick. Each time his hips pulled back, the crown of his cock would catch on your fingers and pop back through when he thrust forward. Kentaro whined through grit teeth.

  He finally snapped, fucking your thighs like an animal as his nails left angry lines on your hips. It was exactly what you wanted when his strong arms wrapped around you and his chest was against your back. His sweaty body trapped yours between him and the bed as his feral grunts and moans filling your ears ignited a fire in your belly. You fed off his desperation and neediness.

  Kentaro was drunk on you, drool dripping from his chin and he mindlessly fucked your thighs and felt his collar adding pressure to his throat in the best way. He clung to you, trying to pull you closer to his rutting hips to drive his cock deeper between your thighs and into your waiting hand.

  The sounds he made as his balls slapped against the back of your legs made your head spin. Yes, you were in charge, but, fuck, did you love driving Kentaro over the edge until he was feral for you. He was a perfect mix of sweet, soft cuddles and rabid pleasure.

  His weight on your back drove you deeper into the mattress as his calloused hands pawed at your chest. Kentaro bucked, making the bed creak as if the boards were at their limit. His hot breath against your neck made your hair stand on end as you shivered.

  Your leaking arousal kept Kentaro's cock slick as the mess on your thighs got worse. His length rubbed against your clit still, driving you closer to climaxing until it was a battle of who would fall apart first. The Mad Dog or you?

  You were tempted to let Kentaro have his prize regardless just to figure out what he wanted to do to you so badly that he was still trying to make you cum first. But if you did, you knew it would only piss him off. Kentaro wanted to earn it.

  His teeth clamped on your shoulder as he groaned, making it sound more like a growl. Kentaro squeezed his hands around your chest, forcing a moan from your throat when he pinched your nipples. The mix of pain and pleasure made you squirm. Your movement in turn made Kentaro bite down harder and whine at the back of his throat.

  He broke first.

  Kentaro's stomach twitched before his cum was spilling over your hand and the sheets. The hot liquid oozed between your fingers, his cock throbbing against your clit with every spurt. He kept bucking, milking himself dry with your thighs as he moaned and dug his nails into your skin. You tried to hold back your own orgasm to have victory, but it was too much.

  Kentaro won with the final slap of his hips against your ass and the last grind and throb of his cock against your clit. He knew you peaked when he could barely breathe from how hard you tugged on his leash and how your thighs were shaking around his dick. He could barely hear your moan with how loud the blood rushing in his ears was, his every nerve feeling like an exposed live wire with stars sparking in his vision.

  You felt his body go slack against you as he panted and tried to catch his breath. His cock was going soft between your thighs now that his release painted your skin and made a mess on the bed. Letting go of the leash, you ran your fingers through his cropped hair and gently rubbed his scalp.

  "Good boy." You softly cooed, feeling him relax against your back even more. His arms encircled you in a hug as he nuzzled his face against the nape of your neck and into your hair. His lips brushed over your skin while gradually coming back down from the high. "Who's my sweet boy?" You whispered as the bites and bruises still ached.

  "....Me." Kentaro muttered while turning his face to kiss your palm. He was calming down now, and once he did, he would claim his prize.