Page 13 of Hunk Sandwich
My body stretched to accommodate him.
“I want you to stay like this, Bo. Let him taste you while I fuck him. You look so pretty like that, sweetheart.” He ran his hands up and down my thighs and sped up.
Fuck, this won’t take long.
“Little wolf, oh gods!” The huge Troll fucked my face in the same rhythm his husband pounded my hole.
I writhed and whimpered, fingers digging into Bo’s rock hard glutes to somehow cope with my fucking emotions.
It was no good. They boiled over way too fast.
“Fuck, yes!” someone snarled. The dicks inside me thickened. I gagged on Bo’s sweet cum, unable to swallow it all with my head to the side. Ollie dragged my ass against his groin and spilled himself in my ass. He had his head thrown back.
They were my undoing.
Ollie and I collapsed in a heap, drenched with sweat, inching over just enough to make room for Bo to curl his huge body around my back. Before either of us could even think about cleaning up, sleep took us under.
Chapter 13
Kaspar
Iwoke up in a comfortable bed, my arm flung over the sweet smelling human’s waist and my ass pressed against Bo’s morning wood.
“Guten Morgen, kleiner Wolf,” he muttered, burying his nose in the fur at my nape. “Hast du gut geschlafen?”
“Ja. Und du?” I whispered, snuggling into his warm.
“Oh, ja.” His palm slipped around my body and he rubbed my belly.
Stop it. Don’t make me fall in love, please.
“Mmm, du bist so warm.” Bo’s lips kissed the spot below my ear and dragged me even closer. “And you are still leaking myhusband’s cum.” He hummed again and trailed his fingers lower. “Such a pretty thing you are, little wolf.”
Shiiitttt.His fingers curled around my dick, jerking me slowly. I tried to stay quiet so I wouldn’t wake Ollie but soon panting gasps escaped me.
Goddess, he’s great at this.
“That feels so good,” I groaned.
“You should know that hockey players are experts at stick handling.” Bo chuckled and sped up.
I wasn’t into hockey—-or hadn’t been—-but I knew I would be obsessing over the sport in the future.
“You play?”
“Mmm, I do.”
Fuck!
His fist flew up and down my cock, focusing on my head for a few moments before he teased my knot. I closed my eyes to focus on his touches.
Shit, I’d never been one to come fast. I had always needed so much time my ex partner had often given up trying once he’d finished. I’d then either jerked off or turned away to hide my tears. It made me feel used.
Not with Bo. He paid attention to my cues, doubled down on them, and got me fucking close within minutes. An expert at stick handling, indeed. Fist slick with my precum, Bo stroked me off in those tugging jerks I loved so much.
How does he know that?
I fidgeted against him, unable to even worry about staying quiet.
