Page 55 of Hunted, Season Three

Shoving his cock inside my pussy at the exact same moment his tongue invades my mouth.

Screams are smothered out by thick globs of cum being slopped around while Kid frenziedly thrashes on top of me, more concerned with where he’s going to come rather than if I am.Gripping onto his sides as opposed to his arms unleashes a hiss that’s even more delectable to me than Mutt’s salty reward overwhelming my senses.

Kid ferally bucks and bucks and bucks all the while whirling and whirling and whirling his tongue to then grind his hips harder.

And faster.

And so forceful that my sopping wet muscles have no choice but to simply endure the savage pounding they weren’t expecting.

To swell and plead and beg for mercy.

And cum.

Andtocome.

“Fuckin’ give it to her, you filthy, little fuck,” commands Sir on a slap of Kid’s ass, sound and action alike tensing us both.“Load our slutty, cum dumpster.” Another spank totters his thrusts.Ignites thrums in my drenched depths.“I wanna go diving.”

Kid’s mouth falls from mine for his head to snap back on a barked, “Fuck!”

Scorching spurt on top of spurt sear the lightly twitching muscles only to then have them ruthlessly penetrated by Sir’s ferocious tongue that lashes around to lap up the mess.

It’s impossible to find my breath let alone catch it and even more impossible to keep both hands from burying themselves into their tangled locks as I ravenously ride his tongue.

Mouth.

Chin.

When his tongue eventually dives in again, it unexpectedly decides to wolfishly curl, ultimately applying the pressure I need to break.

This time my orgasmic screams are granted the access they were denied before.

I pull and howl while Kid nips at my neck.

Pull and buck as Sir sucks on my clit.

Pull and praise to anyone and everyone who can hear me about what is pens down the best part of waking up.

Chapter 12

Nolan

I toss away the piece of wood I’m currently holding on another annoyed grunt at the same time I hit the woman carrying our child with a sour scowl.“And how is you sitting on Kid’s old bed judgin’ me about not reading the instructions helpin’?”

Rabbit’s brows mirthfully pull together.“I didn’t say I was gonna help.”

“You don’t think you should help?”

“I think you should read the instructions, so you don’tneedmy help, Mutt.”She resumes the frantic writing she’s doing on the top of her bare foot with a crooked grin.“Or wait until Kid finishes hisPimp My Minivanplaydate with his favorite non-yougearhead.”

Another grunt of displeasure shakes my torso.

Kid having his mechanic friendhereinour garageis a good thing.

Mostly.

I don’t have anything against Boat other than the fact he has this obnoxious fucking habit of reminding me just how old I am.

And not in a fun way.

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