Page 38 of Their Tracked Obsession

“You like mine best. Don’t you, Liv?” Saint questioned her while he smeared the blueberry cake across her cheeks. “Tell us. Which cake did you love?”

“Before you decide…” I yanked her mouth toward me. “Have seconds, baby.”

Liv swirled her tongue in circles around the tip of my dick before she stretched those pretty lips and let me back inside.

“Mm…” Liv moaned.

The vibrations sent chills up my spine.

Christ. Liv worked my shaft, bobbing her head vigorously until she let up and worked her tongue around me again. I saw stars, and I knew my orgasm was right there, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

I pulled out, and a loud pop filled the air. “Jesus, sweetheart. I think we have a clear winner here. Isn’t that right?”

I brushed hair back from her face while I waited for an answer, and I admired the look inside those mascara-rimmed eyes. Her pretty makeup was all messed up thanks to us. Fuck. She looked like the prettiest damn raccoon I’d ever seen.

“No. One last taste test.” Saint grabbed her chin and jerked her away from me. “Right, darling?”

“Yes. More please.” Liv begged.

“All right… Oh… Fuck…” Saint inhaled sharply as Liv wrapped her lips around him, and he clenched his teeth together. “Easy does it, Liv, yeah… lick the tip.”

Liv flicked her tongue out onto the head of my best friend’s dick, and she did the same to him as she’d done to me. She circled around his shaft, but switched things up and gave his balls some tender love.

Horse shit.

“Touch me too,” I practically pleaded.

Liv fondled my nutsack with her fingers, and I grabbed the fork off the table. I trailed the prongs gently down the skin on her backside. Our grunts, groans, and moans filled the air. But as fucking sweet as her blow jobs were, we had one last cake to try.

The peanut butter cup cake.

“As much as I’m enjoying this…” I inhaled when she gave my ball sack a squeeze. “We… Ah… Have one last cake for those naughty taste buds.”

Liv pulled Saint out of her mouth and kissed the side of his dick. She ran her tongue up the side of his length, and my best friend stared down at her intently. Christ. She was such a tease, but extremely skilled at it.

“Yeah? But I like this one.” Liv nibbled some skin.

“Fuck,” Saint groaned. “Come on, man, do you have to make her stop?”

“Yes,” I answered both of them. “Because this next one will be the best yet. We’ll make sure of it.”

I peered at the last cake standing with all the rest left in a massacre. This cake slaughter was about to get ten times worse, but Liv was ready for it. She always took us as if she were made for Saint and me. I was certain she’d love this cake the best.

Saint sighed, “Fine.”

As much as Saint wanted to keep his dick within the vicinity of our girl’s mouth, he wanted to please her even more. He pulled himself away from her and followed my lead. Liv grabbed our hands.

“Stay,” Liv pouted.

“Do you trust us?” I asked.

“Of course I do,” Liv replied.

I gave her hand a tug. “Then follow us.”

Eighteen

Her Destiny