Page 57 of Hunted, Season Three

Her expression immediately softens.

“We’ve got enough land to build a house from scratch on, so we are.”

“And by we…you mean the contractors, right?Not you.”

“Unfortunately.”Additional grouchiness makes itself heard in my tone.“I can’t exactly tow shit and help in the garage and assist in the van build and cook dinner and get us to doctors appointments and protect our familyandbuild our fucking house.”

“Aw,” she mockingly coos, “Mr.Incredible is grumpy he can’t do everything he wants to do.”

There’s no stopping me from pointing the thin, round piece of wood at her.“Don’t make me spank you with this.”

Rabbit’s teeth steal a tiny bite of her bottom lip.

“Is that what you want?” Hunger doesn’t hesitate to replace the frustration from having too many pieces and not enough direction.“You want me to put that ass over my lap and punish you for giving me fuckin’ lip?”

The sight of her inner thighs briefly squeezing together is what prompts me to slowly stand.

Cross the short distance.

Flop down onto the edge of the mattress and yank her by the hair across my lap.

Despite knowing she’s notthatpregnant yet, I adjust her frame so that the majority of her midsection is dangling in the gap between my spread legs.

I’d neverintentionallyhurt our child.

Or her.

We should probably ask Valwhenour rough sessions should stop.

Not sure if that should be an in the office question or out.

They probably don’t make notes about that shit in your file but still.

Rabbit tauntingly wiggles her hips as if reminding me that she’s impatiently waiting, a movement that leads to me quickly swatting her ass.

Between her needy whimper and cheeks jiggling, it’s impossible not to repeat the barbaric action.

Or stop my cock from stirring.

Swelling.

Convincing me to pop her beautiful, round backside a third time.

“Is this what you wanted, you dirty, little slut?” Another whack lands across her perky cheeks.“Is this what you fuckin’ needed?” Once more the object creates a delicious cracking sound that reverberates around the small space.“Is that why you’re tryin’ to hump my goddamn leg?” I deliver my next pop, groaning during her moaning.“Is that why this pretty, little cunt of yours is fuckin’ begging for me to put somethin’ in it?” Red stripes appearing is almost more enticing than the wetness I can see beginning to cover her pussy.“Cryin’ for my fuckin’ cock?” Steady slapping is used to accentuate my command.“Answer.” Whack.“Me.”

“Yes,” pants Rabbit on a desperate rock backwards.

“Yes,” the object is swung across the sensitive stretch again, “what?”

“Yes, Sir,” she airily corrects, voice aimed at the floor underneath us.

“Such a pretty, fuckin’ whore,” I compliment while lazily dragging the edge of the tool between her thighs.“Soakin’ my fuckin’ jeans.” Teasing presses spark louder cries.Clumsier bucks.“And look at this little hole back here…” The spherical part of the object rolls around the tight ring of muscle causing it to contract.“Fuckin’ winking at me.” A tad bit of pressure is applied.“It wants dick too, doesn’t it?”

Rabbit’s choppy breathing gets unexpectedly interrupted, “Be a good girl.” My attention lifts to see The Kid leaning against the door frame, arms folded, headed angling itself lower to lock gazes with her.“Answer, Sir.”

Somehow her response is both barely audible and crystal clear.“Yes.”

Executing another sharp strike to the reddening territory catches each of them off guard given how they each gasp.

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