Page 13 of Hunted: Season Two

My sharp gasp is muffled by Nolan slamming me into the side of his dick again. “Lick.”

Letting my tongue enjoy a long, lecherous swipe barely precedes The Kid airily announcing, “Fuckkkkk, I don’t think we’re gonna fit, Sir.”

“Spread her cheeks.”

Reluctance is nowhere to be found.

“Hold ‘em there.”

Moans meld against my makeshift gag as the next crisp stream is granted more direct access. Mindlessly, I rock back into the pouring, anxious to have the liquid sliding down the back of my lower lips but even more desperate to be filled.

To fulfill the earlier suggestion of having them both in me at once.

“Use your fucking tongue and do what I said.”

There’s no verbal acknowledgement, just a physical one.

Less than gentle stabs begin in the tight area; however, the amalgamation of his scorching hot tongue and the still cool liquid, create such a deliciously delirious combination that I eagerly buck into it.

Match the pacing with my hips.

Suck and slobber the length I can reach to the same rhythm, dying to have something – fuck –anythingto temporarily mollify the increasing ache.

I brazenly arch my back for whatever resistance remains to easily be broken by his tongue.

Then his finger.

Then his tongue and finger in tandem before his tongue is replaced by a second digit.

Two inevitably becomes three once actual lube joins the slippery mess, and when that occurs I incessantly huff, impatient for the toying to stop and the fucking to begin.

Getting me straddled in Sir’s lap isn’t a tricky feat.

No.

Sliding him inside as he buries both hands into my messy locks and his tongue possessively into my mouth is second nature.

It’s the angling of my ass high enough for The Kid to join us that requires me to smash my hard nipples against Sir’s chest and tangle my arms tightly around his neck for stability.

“What a pretty little whore,” Nolan rumbles against my earlobe, attention plastered over my shoulder where Kipp’s dick is inching deeper inside. “You look so fucking beautiful with both of us in you.”

My sopping wet muscles instantly swell in gratitude over the crude compliment forcing both men to growl louder but The Kid to pant, “Fuccckkkk, I’m not gonna last long like this.”

“You’ll last until I tell you not to,” Sir slyly states, hands relocating to spread my cheeks wide. “Now, be a good boy and fuck her into me.”

Kipp’s hands swiftly latch onto Nolan’s shoulder at the same time he ruthlessly thrusts forward. Screams initially fly through the air yet become buried in the back of the couch cushion due to The Kid using a fistful of my hair faceplant me into it.

Unrelenting pumps, pierce my ass, perpetually pulling the under used muscles further and further apart, sparking a blissful burning that sets every nerve ending in my body on fire.

Each barbaric jerk is attached to a gritted teeth grunt that’s instantaneously reciprocated by Sir. He repeatedly digs his fingers into my bouncing cheeks to keep me pinned between them, to keep me absolutely under their control.

Their whims.

Their nonexistent mercy.

I’m unremittingly slammed into Sir who simply remains still.

Lets our boyfriend ravenously get him off by using me to do all the steady stroking.