Page 49 of Hunted, Season Three

Drag her into the situation.

Demand she endure our fiancé’s unstoppable lashes by replacing my face with hers.

Whimpers immediately seep free effortlessly redirecting his focus.

Command that he glides his palm up the back of her thigh.

Squeezes her ass.

Crosses it to do the same on the other side only to discover I already am.

Finding my hand on her cheek naturally encourages him to continue to crawl over until it’s brushing my cock causing me to headily moan, “Fuckkkk…”

Sir’s lips fumble from Bunny’s to find mine again.“That what you need?” Abandoning my belt loop allows him to aggressively collect us both in his hold.Traps us to him rather than each other.“You need me to fuck you?”His teeth barely have time to sink into my bottom lip before our girl is jealously whining, a sound that he can’t resist either considering how he nudges his mouth with hers.“You’re a needy, little slut too, ain’t ya?” Seeing his tongue briefly slip across her has me inching towards them.“You need me to fuck you too?” One swipe from me gets slid into their raunchy tangling.“Have that cunt dripping with fuckin’ cum?”

“Yes,” she desperately begs, lower half grinding against him.

“Yes,” our domineering partner snatches a chunk of her hair and possessively tugs it back, “what?”

“Yes,” her panting deepens sparking my own, “Sir.”

“Such a dirty, little whore begging like that,” he growls at the same time he palms my ass harder.

“Begging for a paint job,” absentmindedly escapes me.

“Yes,” Bunny needily nods despite her head being angled towards the sky.“Give me a paintjob.”

The echoing of my word choice spurs me to grumble louder.

Hungrier.

“I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t stand,” Sir gravelly promises against my mouth, “and you’re gonna fuck her ‘til she can’t hold in another goddamn drop.” The opportunity to moan my agreement is stolen by a swift lick at the corner of my lips.“And then we’re gonna switch places…”

Ditching our clothes is carelessly done enroute to our bedroom.

Sounds of stitches being split and jeans hitting the ground and shoes clunking into unsuspecting furniture fuse into the carnal Christmas carol I never knew I needed.

With Bunny positioned on the edge of our mattress, on her back, legs bent up to her stomach like handlebars for me to grip onto, it’s impossible to shift into a lower gear.

To slow down.

To not grip onto her knees and drive myself forward until I’m balls deep with juices instantly slathering themselves all along the inside of my thighs.

Juices that are quickly cleaned by tongue swipes from the other side.

“Fuckkkkk,” springs free as I thoughtlessly widen my stance.

Grant him better access to drag his tongue across my balls.

Suck.

Drag it again.

Prompt me to buck forward, deeper into Bunny, so that they naturally swing back across the hot, wet muscle toying with my sanity.

Stability.

“Fuckfuckfuck,”is all I can murmur during his persistent tormenting that he soon adds to by lazily creeping two lube coated digits along the crack of my ass.“F…”

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