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)
Because they like it.
They fucking crave it.
Me.
And I can’t get enough of it.
Fucking them is going to be the literal death of me.
I’d bet every last penny I’ve got on that.
The darkness in my tone deepens every step of my approach. “Breakfast in bed, birthday brat?” Grumbles that sound like agreement are the most I’m given from him; however, the sight of our woman’s jaw lowering further informs me that’s exactly what those vibrations meant. Spotting the dangerous piece of jewelry teasing and taunting and tempting me between airier and airier moans prompts me to run two stiff digits across it the second she’s within reach. “You need breakfast too, you dirty little slut.” Shoving them further back causes her entire body to tremble. “Can’t have our greedy little whore starving.”
Rabbit’s throat along with her entire frame twists and writhes.
Chokes on my fingers.
Seizes around them until spit is dripping down her chin onto the top of our boyfriend’s cock.
“You’re making a fuckin’ mess,” I gravely scold at the same time I abruptly remove my appendages. “You need Sir to clean that shit up?” Her dreamy nods lead to both of us dropping our stares to where she’s fisting The Kid’s dick. “Beg.”
“Please, Sir.”
“You can do fuckin’ better than that.”
Kipp’s cock twitches from the declaration.
“Please, Sir,” she tries a second time, voice huskier than the first.
“Louder.”
“Please, Sir,” Rabbit purrs prior to jerking his cock a little faster. “Please clean the mess I made?”
Precum leaks from his tip to join the spit, convincing me to swipe it away.
Slowly lower my fingers.
Push them past the taut barrier in order to press the slickness against the new territory I’ve only dreamt about touching.
Tasting.
Fucking.
So. Much. Fucking.
One firm nudge is all it takes to receive a body shaking gasp out of The Kid. “F-f-fucckkk…”
“What’s that, birthday brat?” Another gentle prodding is executed. “You wanted a candle for that cake?”
Additional choked breaths leaving him simply persuades me to continue.
To grab a fistful of Rabbit’s hair and yank her forward.
“Spit.”
There’s no hesitation for the command to be completed.
“More.”
Bigger globs of slobber cascade along his ass cheeks towards the area I need them most, an action that allows me to smear the dribble back and forth.
Roll it around in circles.
Plunge the tips of my index and middle just a tad deeper.
“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck,” escapes past his gritted teeth only to be followed by a sharp slap sound to Rabbit’s back end. “Be a good girl for me and give Sir the lube.”
She swiftly reaches around to the other side of his leg before trying to throw her head back on an ecstasy filled moan from having him return to his feasting. Tugging it down to keep her where I want precedes me snarling, “Spit.”
And she does.
Like a ragdoll without any capabilities of her own, she completely surrenders her body to both of us.
She bucks backward to feed his ravenous appetite and crazedly twists her arm on frantic searches of the lube and damn near snaps her own neck to keep spitting on my fingers that are barely making enough progress to do anything other than piss me off.
My yanks of her precede spanks from him and those spanks lead to her squeezing.
Jerking.
Wordlessly begging for a moment of reprieve, she’s never going to find with us.
Because it’s not what she really wants.
Nipples hard enough to break windshields and eyes rolling back into her head tell us that even if her sentences never do.
The harder Rabbit rubs, the more Kipp clenches, and the more desperate I become to be balls deep, a groaned announcement I can’t stop myself from making. “Fuckkkkk, I want this ass.” Mindlessly, I drive the digits a bit deeper. “I wanna pound it.” More maniacal shoving occurs. “I wanna fucking tear it in two.” His tight muscles fight back against the intrusion, yet his legs begin to tremble in thrill. “I wanna fucking key my name into this shit, you filthy little fuck.” Curling the one finger I managed to successfully work inside is accompanied by me growling, “Fuck you ‘til you love it.”
An incoherent collection of grumbles ruthlessly flooding the air barely appears before a harshly barked, “The fucking lube, baby!”
“Such a greedy birthday brat,” I wolfishly mock in tandem with curling the appendage again. “You want me to blow my candle in you?” His entire body practically levitates off the mattress granting Rabbit the access she needs to find the tube. “Then clean up the frosting with our beautiful cum whore’s face?”
Feeling the muscles tremble around my finger gives me my answer, but I wanna hear the shit.
I’ve waited what feels like a fucking lifetime to hear those exact words.
“Tell me you fucking want it,” my demanding occurs around our woman squeezing the liquid into the area being tormented. “Tell me you fucking want me.”
“Fuck me, Sir,” The Kid needily whines over a faint buzzing sound somewhere in the background. “Fuck me like you love me.”