Page 17 of Hunted: Season Two

Or object.

Or do anything other than hiss about the harsh thrust that splits the undertrained muscles apart. “Fuck!”

“Every.” A second hard hit occurs. “Time.” The third. “You.” His body struggles to steady itself, forcing me to pin him down by the knees. “Move.”

“IcantIcantIcantIcant,” seeps from him in rapid succession in spite of the fact his body is actually relaxing from the wider invasion.

Swelling around my shaft in a welcoming nature.

“It…it…” The Kid struggles to declare around choppy breaths. “It…um...it…”

“Put something in your fucking mouth,” callously leaves mine at the same time I gently push Rabbit backwards, “and fucking take this dick.”

Her pussy smashing against his face suppresses his verbal opposition leaving only sounds of satisfaction to reverberate around the room.

Digging my fingers ferociously into his knees hard enough to bruise is necessary for the brutal hammering I’m not even remotely reluctant to deliver.

Regardless of the seemingly impossible fit, I force it.

Rip and tear.

Split.

Let the lube do its one fucking job to pave the way for the pounding I’ve envisioned myself doing for years.

For the fucking I now know for a fact no one else ever has.

Savage slaps from my balls add to the lewd sounds of his slurping and her frantic pumping. Matching her beat for beat, stroke for stroke, has his muscles at war with themselves, debating whether or not to submit to the unremitting stretching or to banish it entirely, a decision that’s cemented when the perfect spot is finally touched. At that moment…at the glorious fucking moment when pain melts into pure pleasure The Kid uncontrollably quakes underneath us.

Needily syncs to the thrusting.

Buries his face further into Rabbit’s pussy forcing her screams to becometheirs.

My unrestrained bucking has his head banging into the wall and him anchoring both hands onto her hips for leverage as he strives to survive our first fucking. The constant, unforgiving clenching, conquers every inch of my cock that it’s able to reach over and over and over again. Spreads the heat and slickness and euphoria along every stiff ridge. Continuously caresses the damn thing like a new part needing to be baptized in oil before being installed into its dream vehicle.

Gritted teeth grunts from me summon groans out of The Kid.

Leaked groans out of The Kid grab whimpers and whines from Rabbit.

And those whimpers and whines propel me to find that magical spot again.

Hit it harder.

Harsher.

Faster and faster and faster until he breaks his hold on our woman to shout, “I’m fucking coming!”

Thick, white ropes shoot past his tip, spraying all over our woman’s dark, delectable tits at the same time his ass milks from me what she has from him. Long, blistering bursts begin in a rapid progression during a rattled, “Take that fuckin’ load, birthday brat.”

Squeezing my eyes shut to momentarily get lost in his twitching muscles worshipping mine occurs all on its own.

My ability to give a fuck about getting air into my lungs doesn’t exist.

Cares or concerns regarding what I know is my cell ringing for the twentieth time doesn’t exist.

Theonlything that does…theonlything that matters…theonlything worthy of my attention…my devotion…my literal fucks to give are the man whose quivering ass is still gorging on my cum and our woman who is now screaming out his name. “Kiddddd!”

Her howling not only redirects my gaze, it has me slipping out of him.

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