Page 14 of Hunted: Season Two
Continuously being fucked forward has my clit callously being caressed over and over, a sensation that calls to my toes to curl and my thighs to tense and my teeth to sink into the couch while desperately trying to hold onto the climax I’m more than ready to surrender.
“Fuckmeeee, can you feel that shit?” Sir crassly investigates. “Can you feel how bad she wants our fuckin’ cum?” My sopping wet pussy constricts further. Does its best to drown his dick while my ass attempts to swallow Kipp’s. “Is that what you want?” He suddenly delivers a sharp slap to my backside. “Is our cum dumpster ready for another load?”
I practically wheeze around my quivers, “Ohmyg-”
Kid’s harsh yank of my hair severs the word. “Our. Names.” It’s impossible to ignore how his shaft swells during the command. “You fucking call our names when you come, baby.”
“Sirrrrrr!” leaves my throat in the highest pitch possible as my slick muscles begin to pulsate, creaming his cock. “Sirrrr! Sirrr!” Throwing myself into the delectable throbbing, determined to ride the wave of the first orgasm directly into the next is accompanied by more screeching. More carnal crying. “Kiddddd!”
“Fuck,” is quietly barked under Kipp’s breath.
“Fill her up,” Nolan demands in tandem with completing his order. “Our dirty little slut needs to drip from both ends.”
Blazing hot bursts barbarically blast into me from two locations. Regardless of technically being separate, split by the thinnest amount of skin, the heavy splashes knock into one another causing an ongoing oscillation of surges that don’t end until cum is not only leaking from both holes but being smeared across my body like warpaint.
Because thesearemy warriors
And our relationship is absolutely something to keep fighting for.
Chapter 3
Nolan
There are very few words Iwannaread when I get out of the shower.
Come fuck me.
Can I blow you?
Want a beer?
You hungry?
But there’s a set Ineverwanna see, especiallynoton The Kid’s fucking birthday.
Garcia: We have a problem.
No.
I can’t have a problem.
Not today.
Not today of all fucking days.
It was bad enough I wasn’t around for most of the deathaversary of his mom because I was workin’ and tryin’ to figure out how the fuck, we transition our apartment from bachelor roommates to no partners left behind, but I can’tnotbe here for his actual birthday.
He needs this.
He needsme.
And he’s gonna fucking have me, even if it means the rest of the world has to burn while he does.
Loud moans unexpectedly flood the air convincing me to abandon the phone on the counter, adjust the towel around my waist, and head toward the familiar sound.
Andfuck…is that shit delicious.
I swear any morning I wake up with that shit I don’t need coffee.