Page 6 of Hunted: Season Two

It’d be easier to turn down keys to a free Rolls Royce Phantom than to not give the woman we worship my dick for jerking.

Getting my hard cock sprung loose and into her other grip leads me to mirroring our boyfriend’s angled posture.

Despite Bunny pinned underneath both of us, she quietly implores, “Closer.”

Our bodies expeditiously follow the order.

Add more weight to her frame.

“Closer.”

Our knees knock into each other while anchoring into the space between her now spread wide thighs.

“Closer.”

The contorting continues until the position she clearly wants is achieved.

Rather than using two hands, she opts for only one.

Smashes our shafts together.

Grips tightly.

Gradually grinds them against one another during the deliberately slow strokes.

“Holyfuck,” escapes through Sir’s gritted teeth as he struggles to watch our dicks rub together. Hearing and seeing his excitement spews more precum not only past my tip but along the edge of his. “Fuckkkk!” is barked much louder.Needier.Leads to his hooded glare finding mine. “You filthy little fuck…You’re practically coming for me already.”

More wetness dribbles free slipping between our shafts.

Bunny steadily jerks, spreading it from top to bottom, smearing and coating and bathing every single inch of our cocks from root to tip in the thick, shiny stickiness that’s leaking from us both. Having his hardness ceaselessly crashing against mine has my sac repeatedly tightening, and each time our slick heads scrape together, I swear I’m one breath away from being the first across the finish line.

The combination of hearing him continuously growl like the engine of an idling muscle car and feeling his vibrations shoot straight through my cock to the point I swear I’m humpinga sex toy, and Bunny’s incessant pumping that purposely brushes our balls for an added toe-curling sensation is all too fucking much.

Too fucking overwhelming.

Too fucking impossible not to start throwing myself into the jerking.

Fucking his cock with mine.

“Such a greedy little fuck,” our boyfriend pants, inspiring me to yank his hair, an action that receives a pleased hiss. “Fuckin’ take that dick too.”

I instantly wind my other hand around our dicks – covering the side she isn’t – dig my fingers into hers and begin thrusting faster.

Harder.

Savagely slamming into our hold over and over and over again while watching precum perpetually pour down, promising that what we all want is only mere seconds away.

And fuck, even seconds seems like seventy oil changes away.

Choppy breaths from Bunny have me thoughtlessly commanding, “Look at me.” The moment she does, I crush her mouth with mine, tongue reclaiming the familiar territory to the same brazen speed my dick is charting the new one.

Abruptly pulling back only occurs to yank Sir over.

Claim his mouth with the same intensity.

Insanity.

I once more slightly detach myself in order for all three of us to collectively become a mess of tongues and lashes and licksthat are so seamless that who is starting and ending where is unknown.

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