Where Foxes Hunt with Wolves - K.A. Merikan Page 0,19

his cock pressing into Radek’s ass, but he wanted it already.

Yev smirked, as if he’d doused himself in pheromones and knew exactly what result it was going to get him. He would not loosen his hold on Radek’s hair, but pushed his hips forward, until the very tip touched Radek’s lips again, seeping salty juices from the little hole Radek wanted to tease for hours. He was a slave to that dick and would have done anything to drink the contents of Yev’s balls, which were still hidden inside the jeans.

He was in a frenzy when he got to kiss that cockhead, massage it with his lips and prod at the slit with his tongue. His own dick was straining his pants, erect and ready to go. He couldn’t help the needy little movements of his hips, but all of his attention was on getting more of Yev’s cock into his mouth. How was it so thick? It was a porn dick, and Radek would shamelessly worship it between his lips.

He didn’t notice when Yev loosened the hold on his hair, but at this point his hand was only there to caress Radek’s scalp, encouraging him to stop thinking altogether and follow his most base instincts. That dick was so heavy on his tongue, as if it could blast cum down his throat at any moment, but Radek still wanted more. He wanted to see if he could get it all in, how fast he could make Yev come, and how soon would Yev be ready for another go.

“Look at me,” Yev commanded in a voice that had Radek’s asshole twitching. If Yev had asked him to, Radek would have turned around and pulled his pants down.

He followed the request and indulged in more cock when Yev’s hold went loose enough to allow it. The petting made blood buzz faster in his ears, and he craved to please the thick, pulsing length in his mouth.

Yev was such a monumental presence Radek didn’t feel like arguing anymore. He opened his mouth so wide his jaw started to ache and leaned forward, staring into Yev’s gray eyes as the thick girth of his monster-sized dick pushed its way between Radek’s tongue and palate.

“That’s good. You’re a good boy,” Yev hummed as his eyelids fluttered with pleasure.

Radek confirmed it with a grunt, and a shiver went down his spine when the cockhead prodded at his throat. He didn’t want to embarrass himself, but the hand in his hair was so reassuring he could’ve purred.

He closed his mouth around the girth and sucked, using his saliva to lubricate the lower part of the cock as he massaged it with his hand. His fingers barely met around the base, as if it were getting thicker. Yev kept uttering low grunts, like an animal about to fight for his prey, but the flush in his cheeks and his rapid inhales proved he was just as into this as Radek. His stomach tensed under the sweater, a droplet of sweat rolled off his chin to Radek’s face, and he gently rocked his hips forward, pushing the head of his dick in Radek’s throat.

Radek whimpered, but he wouldn't back away now. If he died choked by this dick, he’d die a happy man. He reached between his legs and squeezed his own aching flesh. Breathing hard through his nose, he looked up into Yev’s eyes. He was so handsome that the scar only made him more distinct, wilder. Everything about Yev was big. Thick brows, wide nose, fingers that could choke a deer and break handcuffs.

All of a sudden, the idea of spending the holidays in Dybukowo didn’t seem so bad. Maybe he could stay here, in the forester’s lodge and gorge on dick throughout Christmas, smoking Yev’s pot?

He coughed when Yev pulled away, the thick head tickling the entrance to his throat yet again, but as he licked his lips before rolling out his tongue, inviting his new lover back in, Yev stepped away, letting his cock swing back and forth, far away from Radek.

Radek finally got the hint and unzipped his jeans, panting. “Where do you want me?” he rasped, wiping drool off his chin.

But Yev didn’t move, his face twitching into a smirk. “Oh, you’re not good enough at this. Sorry if I got your hopes up.”

Radek’s brain stopped working, and his fingers stilled. Was Yev paraphrasing the mean thing he’d said earlier? “Are you fucking kidding me?” he snarled like a wounded animal. “I