Page 93 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

Buried inside me, his cock feels even wider.

“Do you like that, Lily?” Minoka’s whisper is warm against my ear? “Do you want me to make it even bigger for you?”

I can’t imagine it, but part of my brain wants to tell him yes.

I wrap my lips around Jack’s cock instead.

From behind me, Minoka thrusts once, hard. “Little coward.”

I would think voluntarily being spit roasted by two gods was brave enough.

Jack brushes his thumb across my cheek. “Are you doing okay?”

I nod, the motion of my lips over his cock making him groan.

Minoka thrusts into me hard enough I nearly gag on Jack’s cock, and I pull back with a gasp, gulping down air. Looking up at Jack, at the dark desire in his eyes….

Minoka might as well be a living toy. I tighten on him as he shifts his angle, driving into me from higher, hitting that spot that makes me pant.

Jack’s lips brush my ear. “You’re being such a good girl, Lily. So pretty when you ride that edge, railed by a god who wants to use you up.”

“This pretty little cunt doesn’t care who’s fucking it,” Minoka says from behind me, and I meet Jack’s eyes.

I have to be honest. I have to agree. “As long as you’re here.”

I kiss him and Minoka’s strokes turn brutal, perhaps in retaliation for those words.

Clamping down on Minoka, I come apart, crying out against Jack’s mouth, and my fingers sink into his biceps.

The guttural bellow behind me only makes me tighten on him more.

Minoka spills into me, he spills out of me. And I shiver as it drips down my thighs between us.

His come feels… minty.

Ridden Hard

When Minoka draws away and lets me roll over, I finally get my first look at the cock that was inside me. It’s not the same one I so recently sucked.

The shaft looks like a football has been inflated halfway through it.

No wonder that pressure was so intense.

The mental disconnect hits as I trail my gaze along it. He’s still hard.

His minty green come drips out of me onto the thoroughly mussed bed.

Even without that wetness, I feel a little like I’m swimming.

Mentally at least.

Minoka grabs my ankle and drags me back to him across the silken sheets—slippery wet. But Jack, very firmly says, “No.”

Despite everything else, Minoka releases my leg immediately.

“You may choose to use up your mortals and spit them back out broken, but I will not let you hurt her because you’re impatient.”

Minoka lets out a frustrated little huff, but he slides me back to Jack. “I don’t think I like sharing.”

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