Page 88 of Hunted: Season Two

Squeeze again.

Latch on for leverage before feeding him my pants and groans and tumultuous tongue in repeated succession.

His initial wild lashes swiftly become unbearably untamed, weakening my grip and my knees.

They allow him to knock my hand away.

Use his other to clamp down on my neck.

Fuck me with his tongue while he ferociously fucks my dick deeper into our girl causing her to gag and drool.

Drool and cry.

Shudder.

Reach out to tap our respective hips for mercy.

Sir abruptly pulls back but doesn’t allow me to breathe any more than I let our girl. “Be a good boy and give her your fuckin’ cum.”

Between the heat of his words searing my lips and the pressure of his cock grinding against mine, stroking it inside her mouth, having it savagely scrape against the little metal ball so close to my base, so fucking close to my balls, I can’t resist the urge to blow my load even if I wanted to.

Good thing I really fucking want to.

Words of warning attempt to leave me but fail.

Miserably.

Scorching spurts suddenly shoot down our girl’s throat causing it to contract further, an action that only leads to me ferociously pumping harder.

She gulps and gags and struggles to swallow creating a fucked up delectable cycle that gets my balls practically clapping in approval.

“Fuckkkkkkk,” our boyfriend grumbles at the same time he forces my face to observe hers. “Be a good little brat for Sir and watch our pretty fucking whore cry while she swallows us.”

Hot blasts suddenly begin splashing around my dick, rushing to the mix with the ones I’ve already let free. Bunny’s spread and swollen lips tremble around our jerking cocks as her throat ceaselessly works to choke down every single drop from us both.

Black streak after streak runs down her cheeks, painting proof of the pitiless position she’s in.

That shelovesto be in.

That she’s only willing to be infor us.

The instant we withdraw our softening shafts, Bunny lifelessly collapses against my leg, a sight that immediately lowers Nolan to a squat.

Has him cupping her face and wiping her cheek with his thumb while whispering, “We’re so lucky you’re ours, Rabbit.”

Reluctance to gently rub the back of her head is non-existent. “So lucky, baby.”

Happy hums precede our partner gingerly swooping her up, stealing a chaste kiss from her lips, and planting her on the counter’s edge near his keys. At that point, he lovingly locks their mouths again, which prompts me to stuff my dick back into my work pants. Two soft spins easily become three, yet ending without a fourth is evidently difficult given the rumble of unhappiness that seeps out of Sir.

He relinquishes his hold to fix his lower half, and I take over the responsibility of properly claiming the mother of our child in the less aggressive nature she deserves.

Appreciates, especially after being skull fucked.

Our tongues lightly touch and tap and exchange “I love yous” until the other portion of our soul slips into the situation.

Demands to know the same.

Feelthe same.

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