Page 23 of Their Tracked Obsession

Saint stumbled and fell to the ground right beside his best friend. He knew the chase was over. I had won.

“I got you.” I pressed the stick into Saint’s chest, then stabbed the pointed edge into Sin’s thigh. “Both of you.”

“Fine. Fuck,” Sin grumbled as he turned over with a wicked glint in his eye and unzipped his pants. “Conquering suits you. Come claim your prize.”

Twelve

Her Destiny

Sin

The pain in my leg at the pointed edge of Liv’s weapon was no match for the passion swirling through me of mass destruction. I wanted her to wreck me, ruin me for all of eternity and fuck me until I didn’t have a drop of cum left in me. She’d suck me fucking dry without remorse and leave me a happy man.

“My prize?” Liv questioned with curious eyes.

“Yes, darling…” Saint glanced at me and back at our girl. “Your reward for being such a good girl while being bad and tricking us.”

“You played the game so well,” I added while I ran a hand up the stick and grabbed the bark. “You turned this entire chase around. You hunted us, sweetheart. You fucking won.”

With each word of encouragement, Liv became more powerful. She loved praise. The reminder that she was goddamn wonderful.

I pushed the stick aside. The wooden tree branch fell to the ground, completely forgotten. Liv lost herself in arousal.

Christ. I could smell her. The aroma of heaven.

Our girl spread her legs pleasantly, her tight yoga pants showcased her nice thighs, and I wanted to grab her, but Liv took charge. I wanted her to tell us what to do, how to reward her, and most of all, I wanted her to claim her prize.

Us. Our minds. Our souls that were as dark as demons. Our bodies were meant to be entangled with hers.

The thicker my cock grew, it throbbed for her and peeked through my boxer briefs like a goddamn peep show featuring jizz on the tip. I was excited for her, waited impatiently for her, and wanted her. My dick begged for the show of a lifetime.

Liv stopped moving. She hesitated. Worry sparked in those dark hues of hers.

“I’ve never done this before. Taken charge. I’ve never taken what’s mine so intimately,” Liv admitted with a bashful smile as she blushed. “With either of you.”

“You have in my fucking dreams,” Saint said hoarsely.

Saint was also fucking hard. The bulge of his black denim was snug against him, and I could understand his pain. He held the same desire for her as I did, and if the situation changed, she would be on her back, calling out our names to the trees.

Liv dominating was our undoing. She deserved this. We needed this. To experience the other side of our obsession while she took the reins and rode us into sweet victory.

“And you will right now.” I tapped my hips. “Sit down.”

“No.” Liv shook her head. “I don’t want to sit there.”

“Where?” I raised an eyebrow and touched my mouth. “Here?”

“Yes.” Liv blushed beet red.

Memory served me right and brought back the moment we first met. Liv caught up in absolute ecstasy while she rode some motherfucker’s face, and I had wished for that asshole to be me. Fuck. I swelled more for her with my balls cupped tight against me.

I groaned. I couldn’t wait anymore. Liv followed my hand as it went to stroke my cock, but she swatted at me.

I took a sharp intake of breath. I couldn’t believe Liv made me stop. How dare she?

I wonder what Liv will try next? The fucking excitement killed me.

“Nah-uh.” Liv shook her index finger at me.