Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 130955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
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 am very good at this!”
“And not much else,” Yev said, pulling his sweater lower, to cover his cock, as if he didn’t think Radek was worthy of seeing such a magnificent tool.
It took Radek endless seconds to compute that he’d been played in a game of tease and denial at which he considered himself a master. He had no cards left. The mouse was on the porch, and it was painfully obvious just how much Radek didn’t mind the age difference when it came to Yev’s dick.
“You… asshole!” Radek yelled and jumped to his feet with the stiff erection still trapped in his pants.
Yev let out a chuckle. “Says the guy who tried to shoot wolves in the forest drunk and owns a fox fur farm. Maybe you should take a good hard look at yourself.”
Radek stared at him in disbelief. “I demand my rifle back. And you have no idea what you just started! Wolves are pests, and they eat livestock, and people wear furs, that’s just life! If I knew you were some fucked up eco-warrior, I wouldn't have sucked your dick.” He so would have, but Yev didn’t need to know that. Radek’s whole body burned, confused by the betrayal.
Yev’s face twisted. “Wolves are a protected species, and farmers get compensation for loss of livestock, and the foxes? How about I put you in a tiny cage and skin you alive, huh? It’s barbaric business. Do you even bother listening to their howls at night, or is your house comfortably far away?”
“I don’t even— I don’t do any of it! I live in Cracow. They have decent conditions. This room literally has deer heads mounted on the walls, so take a look at yourself first.” Radek pointed at Yev, too overwhelmed with anger to be afraid of him.
“I don’t hunt for trophies. They were here when I moved in. But that’s beside the point. Don’t tell me what conditions those foxes live in, because you clearly haven’t seen any of it. Your giant villa, and your lifestyle were paid for by blood, but you don’t even care to find out how it's done.”
Yev shook his head and stepped toward Radek like a bison about to charge, his dark stubble a badge of high testosterone levels. “Get out.”
Radek wished to stand his ground with all his heart, but he backed away to keep Yev at a distance. “No. Give me back my rifle,” he said in a voice much smaller than he wished.
Yev huffed, and when he stepped forward, Radek hunched his shoulders, expecting one of those huge hands around his throat. Yev’s earthy scent filled his nostrils as the massive man invaded his personal space, but then the lock clicked, and Yev opened the door, nudging Radek outside. “No.”
Radek thought he couldn’t have felt more miserable, but when the cold wind assaulted him, he pulled up his furry hood to hide the tears of helplessness pooling in his eyes.
“You will regret this!” he yelled as he darted to the car with no real idea how he could get back at Yev. He didn't deserve such treatment!
Yev glared at him from the warm home that smelled of venison, wood and now—their arousal, and shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said and shut the door.
Radek screamed in fury and threw a snowball at the door but didn’t wait to find out what Yev would do about it. He jumped behind the steering wheel, whining when denim pushed at his erection. The intensity of the encounter buzzed under his skin, and he hated it. He hated Yev. Fucking self-righteous tree hugger. Yev had the dick of all dicks and didn’t deserve it. Someone should cut it off and attach it to a more deserving guy.
Radek couldn’t even let off some steam with Jan, because he’d broken up with him. What a useless fucking day!
He was lucky the battery in dad’s old car hadn’t died since he’d driven it last, because the ugly old beast wouldn’t get stuck in the snow like his own might have. He didn’t want to imagine the humiliation of having to go back to Yev for help after what just happened. He’d sooner freeze to death.