Page 54 of Hunted, Season Three

Force him to choke.

Gag.

Gasp for air while we watch spit trickle towards the base of our partner’s dick.

“Fuckkkk,” huffs our fiancé, preparing to replace my hand with his.“Keep that shit up.”

“No hands, Sir,” I saucily scold.“Just watch.” Dragging Kid to the very tip of his cock allows him the briefest moment of reprieve.“Watch me feed our favorite, filthy fuck his breakfast.”

Deep, dark rumbles rattle his chest and reverberate around the room.

Those sounds combined with Kid’s whimpers convince me to savagely push him back down.

Squeeze his dick tighter.

Slowly stroke it with my hand to the same unhurried speed I’m using his mouth to blow Sir.

“Get that shit in his fuckin’ throat,” demands our third as his breathing becomes more labored.“Don’t let our hungry, little fuck starve.”

Needier whines are attached to headier sucking.

And bobbing.

And bouncing.

Exchanging gradual jerks for faster ones naturally leads to Kid abandoning all languidness.

The feeling of his fingers anchoring deeper into the mattress and his knees knocking into my phone and his cock swelling against my palm spur me to rapidly smear precum up and down and up and down his length to the same ceaseless speed that he’s slathering his spit on Sir’s shaft.

His hitched breaths add additional constrictions that have our fiancé practically levitating off the mattress.

Groaning.

Growling.

Tensing him from toes to torso.

Straining his neck.

Tightening his jaw.

Forgoing breathing for fear of missing a second of the back breaking bliss.

“Is it good, babe?”leaves me on a purr as I pick up the pace of pumping until it’s no longer clear if I’m fucking him with my hand or if my hand is being fucked by him.“Is that what you needed?” I airily pant about the stickiness coating every inch of my fingers.“Is that what our perfect, little fuck needed?”

His response is delivered in the delicious form of a raspy grunt cough, a raspy grunt cough that has our future husband huskily huffing, “Fuckkkkkkk, you dirty, little whore…” His larger frame flexes in obvious resistance.“You just want me to feed him cum, don’t you?”

“Come,” I coo and lean in closer to them both.“Come in his mouth and then let him feed it to me.”

“Fuck!” escapes at the top of his lungs prior to propelling himself upward to pound our younger soulmates throat once…twice…three times more.“Fuckkkk!”

This time cum sloppily shoots into Kid’s throat causing his frame to slightly contort; however, rather than struggle to swallow such a large load, he struggles not to.

To save some in his mouth to deliver it to me.

Getting completely off of Sir is swiftly followed by him roughly positioning himself between my thighs.

Spreading them wide.

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