Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
More wetness dribbles free slipping between our shafts.
Bunny steadily jerks, spreading it from top to bottom, smearing and coating and bathing every single inch of our cocks from root to tip in the thick, shiny stickiness that’s leaking from us both. Having his hardness ceaselessly crashing against mine has my sac repeatedly tightening, and each time our slick heads scrape together, I swear I’m one breath away from being the first across the finish line.
The combination of hearing him continuously growl like the engine of an idling muscle car and feeling his vibrations shoot straight through my cock to the point I swear I’m humping a sex toy, and Bunny’s incessant pumping that purposely brushes our balls for an added toe-curling sensation is all too fucking much.
Too fucking overwhelming.
Too fucking impossible not to start throwing myself into the jerking.
Fucking his cock with mine.
“Such a greedy little fuck,” our boyfriend pants, inspiring me to yank his hair, an action that receives a pleased hiss. “Fuckin’ take that dick too.”
I instantly wind my other hand around our dicks – covering the side she isn’t – dig my fingers into hers and begin thrusting faster.
Harder.
Savagely slamming into our hold over and over and over again while watching precum perpetually pour down, promising that what we all want is only mere seconds away.
And fuck, even seconds seems like seventy oil changes away.
Choppy breaths from Bunny have me thoughtlessly commanding, “Look at me.” The moment she does, I crush her mouth with mine, tongue reclaiming the familiar territory to the same brazen speed my dick is charting the new one.
Abruptly pulling back only occurs to yank Sir over.
Claim his mouth with the same intensity.
Insanity.
I once more slightly detach myself in order for all three of us to collectively become a mess of tongues and lashes and licks that are so seamless that who is starting and ending where is unknown.
Doesn’t matter.
Is nonexistent, as our mouths fuse to one filthy mess of heat and spit at the same time our lower halves surrender to the unremitting, ferocious stroking.
Sir suddenly grabs a fistful of Bunny’s sweatshirt and yanks her downward. “You little fuckin’ cum dumpster…” Scorching bursts suddenly cover my cock on kick after kick causing mine to instantly follow suit. “Fuckin’ take it.” His tugs down are echoed by my hips thrusts up. “Fuckin’ bathe in the shit.” Her lower half hastily heaves upward so that her pussy collides with our thrumming balls. “Fuckin’ show us who the fuck you really belong to…”
The quick disappearance of her grasp initially creates a faint disappointment, yet watching her fingers, those same fucking fingers that just drained us dry, dive into our pool of cum and drag it around until it’s not only coating her thighs but soaking her panties right on top of her clit replaces that feeling of loss with something undeniably primal.
“Be a good girl, baby,” leaves me in a hoarse voice I barely recognize. “Taste us.”
Reluctance isn’t even considered.
She swiftly scoops up what remains, extends her tongue, and lazily drags the opaque mixture length wise across the eager muscle.
“Fuckkkkk,” our boyfriend growls prior to grabbing the side of her face to relocate her gaze to his. “Look at me while you swallow.” He glides his thumb over and scrapes it towards the back of her throat. “Beg to be fuckin’ fed, you hungry little slut.”
Raffish whimpers are attached to her greedily levitating towards his frame, mouth anxious to please.
To be pleased.
The mess that flows free is muffled and muddled yet fresh from the dealership clear. “FeedmeSir.” Bunny inches her head closer in tandem with her fingers slipping the filthy remains underneath the damp fabric of her panties and inside her pussy. “Feedyourlittleslut.”
He possessively groans.
Dives his thumb in deeper.
Groans again as I clamp my hand on top of hers and compliment, “Such a good girl not wasting a single drop.” Slamming my hold down forces Bunny’s two digits further inside. “Now, fuck it.” Another hard hit is delivered. “And suck it.” Sir’s thumb tips towards the point of no return. “Use our cum to fucking come.” This time my smashing sends her back off the mattress, leaving her head to crane itself at an angle to continue to be filled from both ends. “Show us how good our little slut can really be.”
Strengthening my grasp along with Nolan doing the same has Bunny headily riding her fingers, bucking and sucking and fucking and gagging.
Her entire figure ceaselessly curls.
Contorts.
Convulses.
Contorts again.
Trembles and shudders and twitches so constantly along side her screaming that it’s possible to know exactly when one orgasm begins or ends or another starts.
Not that it matters.
The only thing we give a fuck about is that Bunny Abernathy is ours.
She knows it.
We know it.
And before we put that asshole ex of hers six feet underground, he’ll know it too.