Page 41 of Their Tracked Obsession

I slowed down the rhythm for Liv, and her fingernails dug into my chest. Saint kept his dick inside her as I took my time and felt my balls tighten up against me. Her hair clung to Saint’s sweaty skin, but her eyes watched my dick penetrate her slick pussy.

Fuck. The sight was intoxicating. I didn’t want this to end, but my dick had other plans.

“Sweetheart. You feel so damn good.” I heaved breathlessly. “I don’t know how much longer I can go.”

“Tell me…” I thrust into Liv, her breath hitched. “More.”

“Tight. Wet. Christ.” Thrust. “I want your sweet pussy clenching me.”

“Come for us, darling.” Saint dipped a hand between her most sensitive area. “Keep watching him until he comes.”

Suddenly, Liv’s hips rocked and her body quaked in waves as she cried out for us. All the dirty talk made her give into her earth-shattering release as she rode me, and she climaxed all over my cock. The warmth of her womanly gush made me pick up speed.

“Such…” Thrust.

“A…” Thrust.

“Good…” Oh, fuck, I was gonna explode. “Girl.”

I thrusted nonstop.

I blew a huge load inside Liv, grunting the entire way through. My body shook like a fucking earthquake as I lowered her leg. Saint exited her ass, and we clung to her. She was our steady saving grace.

“That was…” I couldn’t catch my damn breath.

“Amazing,” Saint added.

“I’ve decided on a cake for the wedding,” Liv admitted between us.

We both peered down at Liv’s big doe eyes staring back at us with complete satisfaction and an infectious smile.

“And?” I impatiently awaited her answer and brushed her hair behind an ear.

Liv giggled.

Liv slipped out from between us and picked up her floral dress from the floor. We followed her lead and got dressed before goddamn Pierre came back. Fuck. I couldn’t wait to see his face. There was no way in hell he didn’t hear our girl’s screams of pleasure.

Speaking of the devil, the motherfucker waltzed in as I zipped up my pants, and he glanced around in horror. His hands clenched into fists, and he stormed over to face me.

“What the hell happened here?” Pierre asked angrily.

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” I bent down and picked something up off the floor. “But in my case, I’m not a gentleman.”

I pressed Liv’s panties into his chest.

Saint patted Pierre’s shoulder. “I think the lady has decided on a cake.”

Liv blushed.

Pierre held up the thong between two fingertips with a disgusted expression on his face. He stared only at the garment and was utterly speechless. Wow! A first.

“We’ll take the peanut butter cup.” Liv smiled and walked past Pierre.

“Oh… And uh… Pierre? Extra on the drizzle.” I patted the chocolate garnish on his cheek. “She enjoyed that.”

Nineteen

Their Eternity