Page 44 of Hunted: Season Two

Shame and anger begin spreading through Kipp’s expression, yet instead of criticizing the coloring or attitude, Mutt simply delivers a firm squeeze to his neck during the pass by, wordlessly reminding him to relax.

That there’s nothing to worry about.

Ever.

Happy groans flutter through the air prompting me to salaciously prod, “You like that?”

There’s no hesitation from The Kid to reach over and execute the action on me. “Don’t you?”

Whimpers tumble past my parted lips convincing him to increase the pressure.

Pull me closer by the territory in his possession.

Tighten his grip again at the same time he purrs, “Such a good girl.” The choking action forces my mouth to open wider, allowing his tongue to briefly have a swipe of mine. “Such a good, good fucking girl.”

“Having breakfast without me, you filthy little fuck?”Our boyfriend inquires upon his return. “You don’t think I’m hungry too?” His arrival directly in front of me precedes his demand. “Share with Sir.”

Rather than relinquish his hold on my throat, he simply jerks me forward and forces my lips onto our boyfriend’s, at which point he harshens his squeeze to guarantee that Mutt has full access to his favorite accessory.

He lazily licks the little metal ball, instantly receiving needier moans, and those moans cause gravelly groans to echo throughout the garage.

“I think we should reward her for being such a good girl at the graveyard, Sir.” Kipp maintains his grasp as he yanks my mouth to his for another taste. I’m barely granted enough air to keep my lungs from burning let alone enough to reply. “For not running.” Another roll of our tongues together occurs. “For saving us.”

“You’re right,” he concurs before indulging in a second round of light lashes. “We need to reward this dirty little slut for such good behavior.”

And that starts with Kipp’s deeper clutching.

And continues with their tongues meeting on top of mine.

Whirling and winding and whipping while I whimper for more.

Mercy.

The Kid’s hand slowly slides from my neck at the same time their wet tangling skates lower to wrestle for possession over one of my clothed nipples.

Then the other.

Spit soaked trails proceed to flow downward during their one-on-one battling against my stomach.

The top of my jeans.

The space between my thighs.

Getting me bottomless and spread out on the edge of the checkout counter is a joint effort; however, the battle for being the first to make me come instantly resumes around the thin fabric covering my pussy.

Their impatient tongues feverishly fight and fuse together around the material until it’s banished to the ground for them to deliver better, sloppy swipes to my clit.

Steal sucks of it in between sucks of one another.

My eyes helplessly become hooded prompting The Kid to command, “Be a good girl and watch us worship you.”

His tongue sneaks away from Nolan’s, stiffens, and savagely slips itself inside. The first thrust has me crumpling forward, but the next few are what leads to me threading my fingers through his hair and yanking him closer.

They’re what have my hips lifting up just enough to meet him heave for heave while greedily grinding against the steadily plunging muscle.

Pleased grumbles leaking free from Kipp spark displeased grunts from Mutt causing him to nudge our boyfriend’s tongue away with his in order to prove that he can dive deeper than his competition.

Rougher.

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