Page 15 of Hunted: Season Two

One of them coming and thenthinking aboutone of them coming is better than any boost of caffeine.

Due to our doorless situation – which will remain that way for the time being – getting a view of the scene is instant.

Seeing Rabbit angled towards the bathroom, sitting on The Kid’s face with his feet flat on the mattress, naked tits lightly bouncing as she rides his tongue and strokes his cock not only has my dick demanding we join in on whatever birthday festivities are in motion, but to take fucking control.

Because theylikeit.

They fuckingcraveit.

Me.

And I can’t get enough of it.

Fucking them is going to be the literal death of me.

I’d bet every last penny I’ve got on that.

The darkness in my tone deepens every step of my approach. “Breakfast in bed, birthday brat?” Grumbles that sound like agreement are the most I’m given from him; however, the sight of our woman’s jaw lowering further informs me that’s exactly what those vibrations meant. Spotting the dangerous piece of jewelry teasing and taunting and tempting me betweenairier and airier moans prompts me to run two stiff digits across it the second she’s within reach. “You need breakfast too, you dirty little slut.” Shoving them further back causes her entire body to tremble. “Can’t have our greedy little whore starving.”

Rabbit’s throat along with her entire frame twists and writhes.

Chokes on my fingers.

Seizes around them until spit is dripping down her chin onto the top of our boyfriend’s cock.

“You’re making a fuckin’ mess,” I gravely scold at the same time I abruptly remove my appendages. “You need Sir to clean that shit up?” Her dreamy nods lead to both of us dropping our stares to where she’s fisting The Kid’s dick. “Beg.”

“Please,Sir.”

“You can do fuckin’ better than that.”

Kipp’s cock twitches from the declaration.

“Please, Sir,” she tries a second time, voice huskier than the first.

“Louder.”

“Please, Sir,” Rabbit purrs prior to jerking his cock a little faster. “Please clean the mess I made?”

Precum leaks from his tip to join the spit, convincing me to swipe it away.

Slowly lower my fingers.

Push them past the taut barrier in order to press the slickness against the new territory I’ve only dreamt about touching.

Tasting.

Fucking.

So. Much. Fucking.

One firm nudge is all it takes to receive a body shaking gasp out of The Kid. “F-f-fucckkk…”

“What’s that, birthday brat?” Another gentle prodding is executed. “You wanted acandlefor that cake?”

Additional choked breaths leaving him simply persuades me to continue.

To grab a fistful of Rabbit’s hair and yank her forward.

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