Feral – Darkly Ever After Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
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Zeke tugs at the leash, forcing my body to move upright. I remain on my knees, and we look at the scene before us. Azadeh has one hand on Cyrus’s shaft, pumping up and down with the rhythm of her mouth. Her other hand grips his ass, her nails penetrating his skin. My gaze roams Cyrus’s body. Half his frame is a black work of art with grooves and dents. What would it be like to lick those scars? What would they taste like?

“Take out my cock,” Zeke demands.

My back straightens, and I fumble with the elastic waistband of his pants before pulling them down. His dick springs forward, and my stomach flips with excitement. Zeke’s dick is perfect. Smooth, with delicate veins decorating his shaft, The perfect crown with a drop of pre cum pooled on the surface. I lean forward and lick the drop, relishing the salty flavor.

Zeke affectionately rubs the top of my head as a puff of smoke shrouds me. Since he discovered that the act of smoking aroused both of us, he ensures he lights one before we partake in sexual activities.

Zeke’s hand moves to the back of my head. He fists a handful of my hair and yanks me back. He smiles down at me as he brings the filter of his cigarette to my lips. My mouth opens and I inhale, holding it in. Zeke brushes the tip of his dick to my mouth, spreading the pre-cum on my lips. A cloud of smoke engulfs his cock as I part for him. Zeke holds my head down, my nose brushing his skin. “That’s a good boy. Suck on that cock until you get your treat.”

I press my head against Zeke’s hand, moving at the speed I know takes him over the edge. The suction of my mouth and flick of my tongue create a masterpiece—a sexual Sonata-allegro. Every moan and groan Zeke utters is the standing ovation for my oral symphony.

“Fuck,” Zeke hisses as his hips move, desperate to reach his finale.

“That’s it, my pretty little whore, take it all,” Cyrus groans.

I tilt my head to the side as his body stiffens, his weight crushing Azadeh to the wall.

My view is quickly obstructed as Zeke grabs the sides of my head and forces me to the task at hand. “Don’t make me angry, Pup. You know how much I like good boys.”

I want to make Zeke proud of me. To tell me how much of a good boy I am and how proud of me he is. I tune out the temptations and distractions around me and focus on giving the best blow job in all eternity. I want him to come deep down my throat and know that no one will satisfy him like I can.

Zeke brushes the tears that escape my eyes. He holds the wetness and the pad of his thumb before bringing it to his lips and sucking it clean. “I gotta fuck this pretty mouth. I want to hear how much my baby boy cries for daddy when he’s being choked.”

Zeke’s degrading words encourage me and ignite my desire to prove my worthiness. I grab his ass and slide my finger between his cheeks. A low moan escapes Zeke’s lips as I press the tip of my index finger against his puckered asshole. I slip it inside slowly, and Zeke slaps the door frame. A jolt of satisfaction goes through me as Zeke comes undone before me. I open my mouth to him and gag as he thrusts in me. My cock aches for relief as I work my hand over his shaft and swirl my tongue around his tip.

“Fuck, baby boy,” Zeke says, his voice a mixture of a purr and a growl. “That’s it, baby, take that cock all the way. Good boys know how to deepthroat, don’t they?” I gaze up as he places the cigarette filter between his fingers. The smoke creates a messed-up halo around his head. He grips my head as he thrusts his cock to the back of my throat, and for a moment, I’m concerned I might vomit all over him. “You better not puke, Pup, or I’ll force you to lick it all up.”

I relax my throat, welcoming Zeke’s invasion. I want this to be the best blow job he’s ever received. I want to make him proud of me.

Zeke’s body spasms, and his hot cum coats my tongue and the back of my throat. “Don’t swallow, baby boy.” He pulls out of my mouth, his dick covered in my saliva and his cum. “You did a good job, baby. I’m proud of you.”

I turn to stare at Azadeh. Her position mirrors mine, both of us on our knees on a leash, mine with links and hers made of leather.



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