Page 7 of Hunted: Season Two

Doesn’t matter.

Is nonexistent, as our mouths fuse to one filthy mess of heat and spit at the same time our lower halves surrender to the unremitting, ferocious stroking.

Sir suddenly grabs a fistful of Bunny’s sweatshirt and yanks her downward. “You little fuckin’ cum dumpster…” Scorching bursts suddenly cover my cock on kick after kick causing mine to instantly follow suit. “Fuckin’ take it.” His tugs down are echoed by my hips thrusts up. “Fuckin’ bathe in the shit.” Her lower half hastily heaves upward so that her pussy collides with our thrumming balls. “Fuckin’ show us who the fuck you really belong to…”

The quick disappearance of her grasp initially creates a faint disappointment, yet watching her fingers, those same fucking fingers that just drained us dry, dive into our pool of cum and drag it around until it’s not only coating her thighs but soaking her panties right on top of her clit replaces that feeling of loss with something undeniably primal.

“Be a good girl, baby,” leaves me in a hoarse voice I barely recognize. “Taste us.”

Reluctance isn’t even considered.

She swiftly scoops up what remains, extends her tongue, and lazily drags the opaque mixture length wise across the eager muscle.

“Fuckkkkk,” our boyfriend growls prior to grabbing the side of her face to relocate her gaze to his. “Look at me while you swallow.” He glides his thumb over and scrapes it towards the back of her throat. “Beg to be fuckin’ fed, you hungry little slut.”

Raffish whimpers are attached to her greedily levitating towards his frame, mouth anxious to please.

To be pleased.

The mess that flows free is muffled and muddled yet fresh from the dealership clear. “FeedmeSir.” Bunny inches her head closer in tandem with her fingers slipping the filthy remains underneath the damp fabric of her panties and inside her pussy. “Feedyourlittleslut.”

He possessively groans.

Dives his thumb in deeper.

Groans again as I clamp my hand on top of hers and compliment, “Such a good girl not wasting a single drop.” Slamming my hold down forces Bunny’s two digits further inside. “Now, fuck it.” Another hard hit is delivered. “And suck it.” Sir’s thumb tips towards the point of no return. “Use our cum to fucking come.” This time my smashing sends her back off the mattress, leaving her head to crane itself at an angle to continue to be filled from both ends. “Show us how good our little slut can really be.”

Strengthening my grasp along with Nolan doing the same has Bunny headily riding her fingers, bucking and sucking and fucking and gagging.

Her entire figure ceaselessly curls.

Contorts.

Convulses.

Contorts again.

Trembles and shudders and twitches so constantly along side her screaming that it’s possible to know exactly when one orgasm begins or ends or another starts.

Not that it matters.

The only thing we give a fuck about is that Bunny Abernathy isours.

She knows it.

We know it.

And before we put that asshole ex of hers six feet underground, he’ll know it too.

Chapter 2

Bunny

“You really don’t need to make me a cake, baby,” Kipp sweetly states from the seat beside me, fingertips unable to resist brushing a fallen strand away from my face.

“And you really didn’t need to make me dinner,” I counter on another bite. “But here we are.”

“Youneededdinner.”

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