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)
Mercilessly smothering them.
Their screams.
Commanding on every pull into me that I’m the only fucking thing they consume.
“Fuckkkkkkk,” sizzles across my tongue as my rocking falters, knees knocking into each other. “Fucking swallow that shit for me, you dirty little slut.”
All of a sudden, just as familiar kicks of my cock begin, my boyfriend abandons his hold on one of my cheeks, reaches all the way around, and helps me pin our woman’s face in place to take every single burst. Feeling her throat incessantly clamp down during each gulp causes additional grumbles to rattle my frame leaving me no choice but to abandon my holds on them to be propped up by the bathroom counter.
At that point, both of the people I know are giving me gray hairs – I can fucking see them – sit back onto their hunches and victoriously snicker.
See.
Trying to fucking kill me.
Good natured teasing prepares to leave me when The Kid leans around my legs to lick the mixture of tears and spilled cum off the very edge of Rabbit’s jaw.
It’s impossible not to growl my approval, “Fuck, I love watching you taste her, Kid.”
“And I love the taste of you on her, Sir,” is gravelly muttered back alongside more licking.
And nipping.
And finger nudging to the area his tongue just vacated.
How the three of us actually make it to my truck on time for the funeral – after going at it on the bathroom floor – is a miracle.
A lot like me not wrecking on our way to the funeral right now courtesy of my fingers frantically rubbing Rabbit’s swollen clit while The Kid fucks her from behind in the front seat of my truck.
Something I honestly didn’t know was possible.
“Pound that fucking cunt,” I hungrily grumble, on a glimpse out of the peripherals. “Make our little whore scream.”
An animal-like snarl slips into the space as he grips her harder and slams her down his cock. “You heard Sir…” Sharp sucks of air precede another gnarl. “Fucking scream for us, baby.”
While Rabbit’s head snaps backwards to avoid crashing into the roof of the truck, her spread legs aren’t spared from savage treatment. Unceasingly, they’re banged into the dash, carelessly forced to endure what pain comes from the collision due to the pleasure our boyfriend’s providing by his ravenous ramming.
Screams repeatedly start to shoot past her parted lips yet become severed by additional hard hits that result in her pussy doing the screeching she can’t.
Wetness continuously coats my furiously stroking fingers, soaking them in juices, drenching them in their combined depravity, taunting and mocking and doing their best to provoke me into pulling over to join the lasciviousness.
To replace my fingers with my tongue which I’m about thirty fucking seconds or one stop sign away from doing.
“Good girl,” pants our partner, pumping becoming increasing feral. “Such a good girl fucking Sir’s hand like that.”
Rabbit trembles ignite my own.
Threaten to have my ripping off the goddamn steering wheel.
“Can you fucking come for him, baby?” The hint of sugar mixed with his filth has me wishing I had an extra hand to jerk myself off with. “Can you give Sir a little taste until he can have his turn?” My fingers slip a little lower to indulge in the sensation of feeling his shaft swiftly sliding in out. “Can you give him somethin’ to have on his tongue?”
“Fucccckkkk,” creeps out of me prior to my gaze growing hooded to an unsafe point. “You give me something too, you filthy little shit.” I work my whole hand so that my palm grinds against her clit in tandem with the tips of my fingers stroking the underside of his dick. “I wanna taste you leaking out of our little cum dumpster.”
“Shiitttttt,” Kid hisses on a harsh heave. “You’re makin’ her come, Sir.” The choppiness in his breath indicates how close he is too. “You’re makin’ her come all over my fucking cock like the good little slut she is.”
“Be a good little fuck and make her drip for me.”
Feral rumbles barely precede him latching his teeth onto the side of her neck and delivering me exactly what it is I’m demanding.
Blistering, thick globs, squeeze themselves past where they’re joined to not only paint his balls but my eagerly twitching digits as well.
What exactly keeps getting our woman this hot and bothered is honestly a bit of a chin scratch.
Whether it’s her “celebrating life” due to constantly being surrounded by death or “celebrating being ahead” of McAdams for once or simply being fucking horny is unknown.
And really doesn’t fucking matter to me.
She wants to be fucked, we’re gonna fuck her.
Time and place are slightly irrelevant.
I say slightly because I’m not entirely sure that we’d leave the middle of the eulogy to bang her in the bathroom.
Then again…I’m not entirely sure we wouldn’t.