Page 46 of Hunted: Season Two

I’ve never had another person in this position.

I’ve neverwantedanother person in this position.

Fuck, how I even let The Kid get himselfintothis position to begin with is a bit of an assembly manual mystery.

One minute I’m drying my balls with a towel and the next, he’s licking drops of water out of my ass.

It’s like I fucking blinked and these two were just ready to have me.

Heat from Rabbit’s breath brushing itself against the base of my shaft encourages me to relinquish my hold on the counter and use her head for stability instead. Cradling the back of her skull, my dick is driven deeper and deeper each time he shoves his tongue past the point of the resistance.

The Kid eagerly spreads me open wider, allowing the tiniest bits of cool air to assault me in between his tongue doing the same. The unexpected shock of the cold temperature mixing with the hot not only has my balls lifting in an imploring nature, it has me ruthlessly yanking him back in place again and again and again to prevent the two sensations from continuously making my head spin. “Fuck me with your tongue like the good little filthy fuck you are.”

Ceaseless gagging from Rabbit diverts my attention to where tears are waiting on the brims of her eyes to fall.

To let the black droplets of mascara stream downward.

Paint proof that she’s not getting enough air.

That she’s suffocating on my cock.

That shelovesstrangling herself for me.

On me.

“Such a beautiful little slut with my dick in your throat…” I growl at the same time I propel myself forward again. “You want that cum too, don’t you, Rabbit?”

Her whimpers spark my groans to grow; however, my growing groans inspire The Kid’s to make themselves known once more against the sensitive back hole he’s determined to destroy.

Barbarically bucking back into his sloppy stabs leads to him savagely shoving the muscle in faster and faster, pushing me deeper and deeper into Rabbit’s throat to the point he’s literally usingmeto mouth fuckher.

The first sharp slap to my ass cheek results in my head falling backwards on an animalistic grunt while the second has me tightening the grip on both my partner’s heads.

Mercilessly smothering them.

Their screams.

Commanding on every pull into me that I’m the only fucking thing they consume.

“Fuckkkkkkk,” sizzles across my tongue as my rocking falters, knees knocking into each other. “Fucking swallow that shit for me, you dirty little slut.”

All of a sudden, just as familiar kicks of my cock begin, my boyfriend abandons his hold on one of my cheeks, reaches all the way around, and helps me pin our woman’s face in place to take every single burst. Feeling her throat incessantly clamp down during each gulp causes additional grumbles to rattle my frame leaving me no choice but to abandon my holds on them to be propped up by the bathroom counter.

At that point, both of the people I know are giving me gray hairs –I can fucking see them– sit back onto their hunches and victoriously snicker.

See.

Trying to fucking kill me.

Good natured teasing prepares to leave me when The Kid leans around my legs to lick the mixture of tears and spilled cum off the very edge of Rabbit’s jaw.

It’s impossible not to growl my approval, “Fuck, I love watching you taste her, Kid.”

“And I love the taste of you on her, Sir,” is gravelly muttered back alongside more licking.

And nipping.

And finger nudging to the area his tongue just vacated.

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