Page 50 of Hunted, Season Three

“Be a good, little, filthy fuck,” Sir instructs, nudging them against the tight ring, pushing me forward, ensuring I continue diving into the wet waves that are ceaselessly drowning my cock, “and keep going.” His thrusting harshens, triggering mine to follow suit.“Make our dirty slut fucking scream.”

Bunny whimpers in tandem with her muscles clamping down.

“Your,” he emphasizes by burying his fingers deeper, “name.” Suddenly, they begin to slide out.“My,” the previous action is repeated even harder,“name.”

“Fuck!” I bark at the same time I wrench her into my heaving.

“Our,” Sir not only forces the two stretching assistants in further, he curls them.Sharply.“Names.”

“Kidddddd,” howls the trembling woman underneath me, knees anxiously trying to knock together in approval.

Disapproval.

Desperation.

“You can do better than that, you greedy, little whore,” our fiancé cockily claims upon removing his fingers and rising to his feet.“And you…” The feeling of his hand on my hip momentarily falters my thrusting, “spread that cum dumpster wide fucking open,” there’s no real pause to prepare for his dick being shoved inside, “and give her what only we can.”

An inhuman hiss is all that precedes wild pounding.

Sir’s cock tearing my ass in two mirrors me doing the same to our girl causing her tight, wet pussy to relentlessly drip in satisfaction.

Objection.

Devotion.

Pump on top of pump, I pull her into my strokes.

Match the speed I’m being tugged.

Jerked.

Fucked.

I inch one hand over to ruthlessly rub her swollen clit with the pad of my thumb faster and faster until her entire body is blissfully shaking.“Imcomingggggg!”

Unsatisfied by her first orgasm, I continue stroking, meeting her thrum for thrum.

Pulse for pulse.

Fucking faster and faster as her pussy seemingly swells again and again.

My determination to fulfil Sir’s demand pushes him to match my pacing.

To ferally buck into me so that I buck into her so that her back bows off the mattress.

And her head wildly whips.

And her breath repeatedly hitches every time she attempts to scream.

“Be a good girl for me, baby,” I demand post a sharp hiss myself, head lolling backwards, unconcernedly bumping into his.“Say his name.” Both of Nolan’s fingers demonically dig into my sides, bruising me, controlling the speed of my bouncing on him along with the rate at which I’m bouncing into her.“Say our future husband’s fucking name.”

“Sirrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!” soars up her quivering throat to reverberate around the room, unleashing another orgasm so powerful it buckles my knees.

Hunches me forward.

Has me huffing in refusal to come.

Curling my toes into the flooring to hold it back.

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