Page 12 of Hunk Sandwich
“I want to be inside you when you fuck him, älskling.” His voice was dark.
Ollie shuddered.
“Yes, darling. God yes, let’s do this.”
They kissed each other.Goddess. Watching them made me so hard.
You could tell they knew each other well, reading the other’s mind and driving each other crazy with their kisses and touches and whispered words.
Then their mutual focus shifted to me.
“Lie on your back against the pillows,” Ollie said in a gentle voice, stroking my thigh as he moved to the bedside table and took out a bottle of lube and a condom.
“I’m tested,” I told him. “Just so you both know.”
Ollie hummed and leaned forward to reach my upper body.
“You want me to fuck you raw?”
“Yes.” I moaned when he gave me belly rubs. It was a little embarrassing how much I loved them.
“He wants to be leaking with your cum, älskling. I cannot blame him. I can’t wait to breedyou.” Bo turned his husband's head around and kissed him gently.
It was beautiful to watch them stay connected throughout everything we did. They made it all feel safe. I liked that.
Bo handed the bottle to Ollie.
His warm brown eyes sought mine. “Okay?”
“Fuck yeah.” Bo stepped nearer when he realised I had difficulty deciding between watching him or keeping my gaze fixed on Ollie about to prep me.
He exhaled a shaky breath when Ollie brushed my hole.
Goddess.
A needy whine sounded from me.
“So pretty.” Bo cupped my pec and rolled my nipple between thumb and forefinger. His other hand moved up and down his length. I opened my mouth, challenging him.
“You want to suck me, little wolf?”
Little.I was maybe half a foot shorter than him. I heard it as the term of endearment it was meant to be, though. My stupid traitorous heart loved it.
It’s been so long since someone talked to me like that.
I nodded, opening my mouth even wider.
His dirty smirk exposed a fang, and he slapped his mushroom-shaped tip on my tongue.
“Holy fuck.” Ollie cursed and slipped his finger inside me. “You look so good with your lips around my husband’s cock.”
I blew Bo with all I had, wanting to show him how wild his husband’s fingers in my ass drove me.
“Ready?” Ollie rasped after he’d prepped me for a couple more minutes.
I couldn’t do more than whimper around the thick cock buried in my throat. I whined when he lubed himself up and gently replaced his fingers with his crown.
Mein Gott! He’s huge.
