Hunted – A Dark MMF Age-Gap (Hunted #1) Read Online Xavier Neal

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark Tags Authors: Series: Hunted Series by Xavier Neal
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
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Abs hard enough to break a tooth on pull low whimpers out of us both; however, it’s Mutt that manages to speak. “I was uh…thinkin’ about maybe grabbin’ us sandwiches from The Dig Site…but this,” his eyes follow the thin trail of hair leading from Kipp’s bellybutton to the top of his pants, “will be much better.”

Agreed.

I will happily be the ham in this sandwich.

“Take her to the hood, Sir,” The Kid firmly instructs, leaving no room for debate or questions or objections.

Not that we have any.

An unmistakable rumble shakes Nolan’s frame prior to him grabbing my hand.

Leading me around the counter.

Past the tools.

Right to the front of a luxury sedan.

“Be my good girl,” Kipp purrs as he prowls closer, “and lie on top of it.”

Resisting the order isn’t even considered.

“I wanna see her tits, Sir.”

Nolan instantly leans over my sprawled-out position and yanks the light pink long sleeve shirt I got from Clothes Valley yesterday upward, exposing the nude bra I’d previously thought wouldn’t be seen by anyone else.

It’s the one typically reserved for laundry day, which it is.

Them seeing it should fill me with embarrassment; however, it doesn’t.

Strange as it is…it feels like this isn’t the first time it’s happened in spite of the fact that it is.

It’s crazy how comfortable things are between us.

How comfortable they can be.

Will always be.

You know…if I let it.

If I let myself stay.

“I wanna see her nipples pointing at you.” A tiny pause is presented between declarations. “Me.”

Growls seep through gritted teeth in tandem with the fabric being ripped down to force them to spill over the material’s rim, dark centers pebbling to the point of pain underneath two hungry grazes.

“Such a good girl for me,” praises the man currently in control. “Show me how good, Sir.” Kipp steals a small lick of his own lips. “I wanna see how fucking ready she is.”

Animalistic grumbles echo throughout the garage making me wetter than I already am. Watching Nolan hook his fingers around the edges of my yoga pants is enough on its own to send shivers down my spine, yet the feeling of his digits scraping my hips, my thighs, my fucking calves as he savagely drags down the clothing is what causes my body to tremble.

Breath to become choppy.

“Shoes stay on, baby,” Kipp informs after Nolan discards my pants somewhere off to the side. “You’re gonna need the leverage.”

One whimper is all that manages to escape past my parted lips.

“Open her up for me,” our boyfriend commands, heated stare honed in on Nolan. “I wanna see all of her.”

“Fuckin’ hell, Kid,” is muttered in a husky tone prior to his warm hands roughly landing on top of my pussy. Soft strokes aren’t offered nor wanted in comparison to feeling the rough pads of his fingertips spreading around the juices, making sure to paint the edges of my lower lips like he’s a starving artist and this moment is his fucking masterpiece. Random splitting movements have faint bits of cool air hitting my clit causing it to swell, an action that gets both men salivating. Panting. “Fuck, you’re being such a dirty little slut.”

“Put me in her,” Kipp huffs, pulling our eyes over to where his dick is out, just waiting to be touched.

The lack of hesitation on Nolan’s part to wrap his entire fist around his best friend’s cock has me gasping for air, but it’s watching him use his other hand to grip the back of Kipp’s neck to yank him closer that cuts off the ability to breathe completely. Being stretched by his thick cock at the exact same moment his mouth is being stretched wide by Mutt’s threatens to have me coming undone on the first hard thrust.

“Yes…” begins leaving my lips in a whispered rapid succession, matching the timing of Nolan’s hand brushing against my clit due to it still being wedged comfortably in place.

“You’re sure the fuck not little,” Mutt grunts against his best friend’s mouth. “Break our woman with this shit.”

More moaning leaves me as I plant my feet flat on the hood to withstand the increasingly harsh hammering.

“Break our dirty fucking slut,” Nolan drops his grip from Kipp’s neck yet continues to stroke his cock into me, “and I’ll have the mess you make for lunch.”

Wetness and whimpers, whimpers and wetness flood from me, prompting the man buried deep inside to pump faster.

Mercilessly.

To grab me by two handfuls of hair and yank me into his rapid fucking, knocking the pens out of my bun onto the ground.

Like some sort of rabid beast, The Kid pounds into me, splitting me wider and wider and wider while Nolan uses the edge of his hand to ceaselessly rub my clit during every stroke he executes. The endless amount of pleasure from two points, from the two men who have become my two points, my two men, pulls scream on top of scream out of me, damaging my vocal cords to the same steady pace they’re destroying my pussy. Names freely fall each time my back bows into the frantic thrusting, and heavenly burning sensations shoot through my extended thighs down to my toes and back to my thighs again on every bounce.



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