Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

How I Want You

POV: Estella

The things that he was saying to me, I could've cum--just from the sound of his voice. How did he always know just what to say to make my soul blush? Every part of me was under his spell, his dominant voice hypnotized me, and his hands worked impossible magic.

I wanted to be possessed by him, in every possible way imaginable. I've never felt so wanted. Even when we first met, I was drawn in, and I tried so hard to fight it. The feeling was so intense, it scared me. He still scares me, but in the most desperate and erotic ways. It didn't make sense, but I loved it the most when he simply took what he wanted, and when he gave me everything he felt; his wants, his needs, and his desires. It made me feel like I was free to just feel, as I put all of my trust in him, putting him in charge of my body and soul. And I knew that he needed it as much as I did.

He continued to rub my aching core, his fingers by now were incredibly slick from my arousal. I wanted to taste him, to be tasted by him. I wanted it all.

"Are you having a nice time, Princess?" He taunted.

I whispered in his ear, "Yes, Papi. Fuck."

"You're breaking my rules, babygirl." He scolded.

"I can't help it, Milo. It feels so fucking good." I breathed, working to get a reaction out of him.

"Wow. Are you trying to get punished?" He demanded, in a dominant tone. "My little doll doesn't call me that, and you know what happens when you can't keep those filthy words out of you mouth. Is that what you want, Princess?"

I looked at him with pleading eyes, almost begging for it. I looked down towards his belt, and ran my tongue over his bottom lip suggestively.

"If you want something babygirl, you're going to have to ask for it." Milo expressed, challengingly.

I whispered back lustfully into his ear,
"I want you to put me on my knees. I want to taste you. I need you, Papi."

"Holy fuck, baby." He shivered at my brazen request. "I'd love to see you on the ground, your mouth open and ready for my cock. My bad girl waiting to learn her lesson." He whispered back, as his words were pushing the limits of my desire over the edge.

"But first, you're going to cum for me. Right here in my lap. Cum for me now, babygirl." He encouraged in a raspy tone, digging his fingers into my hips as he worked me up into a more uncontrolled frenzy.

I had already started before he'd given me permission to finish, maybe he realized it, or maybe he was being kind, either way the rush was fucking intense as I ground myself desperately into his hand.

"There's my good girl." He breathed lowly in my ear, feeling the increase of my arousal around his fingers, as I held my lips shut as tightly as I possibly could, burying my head into the crook of his neck. "That's better now, isn't it." He taunted.

"Yes, Papi." I breathed, as my eyes fell back into place from where they'd rolled into my head.

He palmed my cheek, as I continued to shake in his arms, gently stroking my skin until the aftershocks finally ceased. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, with a satisfied smirk, as my breaths returned to normal.

"You wanna get out of here?" Milo asked, knowingly.

I nodded and he helped me swing my legs over and stabilize myself on my feet. I'd been sitting for a while and I was still shakey from our recent physical activity.

He held my arm, as I faultered for a moment, but couldn't hold back his chuckle, as the thought of my weak knees was feeding his ego. I shot him a glare, and squinted at him as he smiled back smugly.

"Oh, so cranky." He mocked, biting his lip to quell his chuckling, and throwing my own word back at me in a teasing tone.

I rolled my eyes. And he pulled me back to him by my wrist, firmly. Milo, as always, was as gentle as he was assertive. He gestured for me with his finger to lean down so I could hear him, and I did so but with a slight pout.

"I should slap your little ass for that, but I'll be nice this time and pause the rules until we get home." He whispered, sternly. "Now put the pout away, babygirl."

I bit my lip, and softened my eyes into an innocent expression.

"And now she's all sweet again. What? Not feeling so bratty anymore?" He challenged, pointedly.

I breathed out a light but flustered sigh, wanting to throw him back a sassy comeback, but instead I shook my head. He wanted to keep control. And truthfully I wanted it too.

"Yeah, I figured." He smiled, jutting his chin at me. "Because you know that only good girls, get to play." He uttered, in a low tone, raising his brow suggestively. "Let's go home, Princess."

And we snuck out of the dance, without even a word. We didn't want to waste any of this energy on small talk, or polite goodbyes.

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POV: Third Person

Estella drove them home after getting the wheelchair up the ramp of the car and Milo climbed into the vehicle using his crutches for leverage. Not even the frustration of getting into the SUV was helping to quell his lust. His erection had been twitching and was now tight in his pants, trapped beneath his boxers.

He watched Estella as she continuously bit her lip and blew her bangs out of her face, as she tried to pay close attention to the road. Milo looked down and even through her long dress--he could see that she was clenching her thighs. She'd just cum for him, and she was already struggling.

Milo put his hand on her thigh, and smirked evilly while he gave it a few squeezes-- just to tease her.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" Milo asked, in a low tone.

Her eyes shifted to him and then back towards the road, as he slid his hand up a little higher and she tried to move her leg away, as the intensity in her core was rising.

"Milo..." She sighed, pleadingly.

"Yes, Princess?" He taunted back.

"Stop." She whispered, lustfully.

"Then answer my question, babygirl." He pressed, as he began to rub at the fabric between her legs, just enough to keep her on her toes.

Her sighs became longer as she felt the torture of his teasing.
"You know what I'm thinking about." She huffed.

"Of course, I do." He whispered in her ear. "But you're going to tell me anyway."

She rolled her eyes, remembering that she could, as he'd paused the rules, but she could see him grit his teeth following her disrespectful gesture.

"I'm thinking about how wet you're making me. And wondering how hard your cock is right now, and what I can do with it." She revealed, with a deep scarlet blush.

"Did you want to feel it, Princess?" He offered smugly, taking her one hand off the wheel and placing it between his legs.

"Fuck." She sighed, feeling the impressive steel struggling within his pants and boxer briefs.

"Yeah. You did that to me, babygirl. You're so fucking sexy when you're all riled up." He rasped, as his voice became more like gravel. "Are you really wet for me already?"

She blushed a little harder as he kept her hand between his legs.

"Let me see." He uttered, slipping his fingers once again under her dress and inside of her folds, earning a gasp from her. "Shit, Estella. You're so fucking needy tonight."

"Yes, Papi." Was all she could muster to reply, his words and actions taking their toll as she was working hard to concentrate on the road.

"That's how I want you, all the time." He expressed. "Wet, and thinking about me."

And she shivered as she finally pulled into the driveway.

Her parents had said they were going out of town for the rest of the weekend and would be back on Monday. This would be a very dangerous setup for the couple.