Page 113 of Boys Who Hunt

“Yes, she’s coming. I can feel it,” Heath groans, thrusting in so deep, my mouth begins to water.

And a moan still slips out between the cracks of our lips as Heath touches my G-spot with that pierced dick and makes me come right there and then.

Waves and waves of ecstasy roll over me, my body shivering, lips clenching to Silas in an effort to stay in the here and now.In vain. I’m floating off into nirvana, sweet and utter bliss as Heath’s shaft pulses inside me.

“Fuck, I’m going to fill you up.” A loud roar follows, and a warm jet fills me to the brim with cum. His fingers still dig into my skin as he calls out, “Max …”

But all I can focus on is Silas’s tongue probing my mouth, nearly laying claim to my fucking soul with just the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, please … I’m at your beck and call,” Max responds.

But I’m still lost to Silas’s shameless kiss. When he finally pulls away, his lips still hover close to mine, and it almost feels like a loss, like something has been stolen frommethis time around.

However, the grin on his face immediately pulls me back into reality. “You taste so fucking sweet when you come all over his cock.”

“Fuck,” I moan.

He waltzes to Heath, pushing him aside. “My turn.”

Heath heads toward Max with a half-hard dick. He fishes his knife from his pocket and cuts through the belt keeping Max in place on his chair.

“You want her?” he asks.

Max nods a few times.

Heath points at me. “Then fucking crawl to her.”

Max drops to his knees and comes toward me while I struggle not to fall over from Silas poking my ass with two fingers.

“Lick her out,” Heath growls at Max.

Max’s eyes briefly connect with mine.

“Max, please …” I murmur.

Still, he moves underneath me and grips my thighs, spreading them apart so his face fits between, and when his tongue hits my most sensitive spot, a moan still slips out of my mouth.

God, these fucking boys will be my undoing.

“Clean up the fucking mess I made,” Heath tells him as he hovers over both of us, shoving Max’s face further into me. “Eat her out.”

Heath’s cum still dribbles down my legs as Max’s tongue slides up my skin, picking up every goddamn droplet before driving straight into my pussy. And holy shit, does it feel good.

“You’re enjoying that a little too much,” Silas says.

THWACK!

The slap on my ass cheek makes me squeal.

Another hit to the other cheek sends me to the moon and back.

“Finally got your tongue back I hear.” He grabs an actual spanking paddle from the cabinet I stared at and uses it on me. “Then let me hear you scream, thief.”

He spanks my ass until it glows, and I writhe in the chains that keep me secured. “Asshole!”

“Hmm…” he groans as my skin begins to heat. “Good idea.” He chucks the paddle aside and spreads my ass cheeks.

“What?” I gasp, turning my head to see what’s going on. My face flushes because of the way he looks at me.