Page 42 of Harley & Her Ferals

Feral sits up, sliding his fingers out of my pussy. He sucks on them in a move that makes me moan.

Then he grips his cock with a flinch. He stares in awe, as he rubs only the head of his cock up and down my pussy.

I arch at the sensation.

He looks mesmerized at the sight, before he slowly sinks just the thick tip into my pussy.

It stretches me in a way that I have never been stretched before.

I let out a gasp.

Feral casts me a glance, raising his eyebrow and doesn’t push any further.

“I’m okay.” I take a breath. “Fuck, you’re big.”

This is our first time.

I didn’t expect him to be able to have this level of self-control.

I should have realized that for me, he’d manage to keep his primal urges in check.

Feral will do anything for me.

That level of devotion is frightening. Or it would be, if I didn’t feel the same for him.

“Are you okay?” I check in. “Pain?”

Feral shakes his head. “You f-f-eel amazing.”

“Move.” I urge.

His lips turn up at one side in a dangerous snarl.

My eyes widen.

Whoops, did I just command an Alpha?

Then he does move.

He thrusts into me in a single move, although only the first few inches of his huge cock, making sure that the knot at the base doesn’t touch me.

It’s enough to make me throw my head back and knock the breath from me. “Fuck…”

Feral takes this as encouragement, snapping his hips to piston in and out of me faster and harder than I imagined possible.

“There, just,there,” I gasp. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Ecstasy feels like it’s being wrung out of me.

Feral rests his hands on my shoulders with bruising strength. His breath is hot against my cheeks.

Feral’s gaze becomes half-hooded. “S-s-scream.”

Then he plunges into me even harder.

And I do scream as I come.

Then my gaze whitens, as I pass out.

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