Page 36 of Their Tracked Obsession

“Please,” she half moaned, half begged.

“What, darling?” Saint murmured into her neck. “Fucking tell him again.”

Saint slapped her clit through her underwear.

“Please!” Liv yelped.

“Yes, Liv…” I whispered against her mouth. “We love to hear your pleas.”

“Please. Please.” Liv begged with her lips brushing mine. “Stuff cake in my mouth.”

“In your mouth?” I asked her with a peck on her lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Liv sighed.

Saint pulled Liv by the hair. She whimpered. Her wide eyes stared up into his.

“Then get down on your knees like the good slut we know you can be,” Saint hissed and let go of Liv. “We’re impatiently waiting.”

Seventeen

Her Destiny

Sin

Liv released the cock in her hand and fell to her knees on the floor. She whipped her hair back and stared up at us with lust in her eyes. There wasn’t one glimpse of anger in sight. She darted a glance at my best friend’s dick bobbing in midair, and there was precum on the tip. He ached for her touch but groaned while he refrained from his need to take her. Saint was as ready as I was to make this an experience our girl wouldn’t forget.

The vision of Liv was painstakingly hard to take because the need for her was unbearably profound. The room was silent except for the sound of our hearts beating and the rustle of our pants. We kicked our trousers aside. There was no need for them because we wanted to be as comfortable as possible to enjoy the next part.

We turned our backs on our little obsession, who was far too naughty down on her knees, and went over to the cakes. I could hear her hitched breaths while she waited for us. The anticipation of what we’d do was exciting Liv, and we glanced at one another, flashing a satisfied grin.

I dipped my cock into a cake. “Do you prefer strawberries?”

“Or…” Saint rubbed his dick in a straight line through the frosting. “Blueberries?”

Saint had a frosted tip. He plucked some berries off the cake in front of him, and I picked some strawberries out of the bunch. We spun around toward our girl.

“I… I…” Liv licked her lips with her gaze darting back and forth between us. “I don’t know. I need a taste.”

“Then crawl to us, darling,” Saint commanded as he stood right beside me and pointed at his dick. “Come decide which cock you’d enjoy more.”

Liv couldn’t quit staring at our enormous dicks.

“Liv. Babe. Our eyes are up here. Not down there.” I shook my head with a sly smirk.

Liv snapped out of the trance our giant wangs had transfixed her in, and those fucking beautiful dark, honey-coated eyes locked on ours. I touched myself. Brushed the base because I didn’t want to spoil her dessert on the tip. She had been such a good girl at being so damn bad, and she deserved everything she desired.

Our girl got on all fours, her tits dangling back and forth as she crawled to us. Liv’s gaze never wavered, and my dick throbbed like never before. Those tight butt cheeks swayed for our enjoyment, and we loved the sight.

“Yes, sweetheart, that’s right…” I encouraged with a flick of my tongue over my mouth and a tender bite to my lower lip. “Those tits and that ass, bring it all right to Daddies’ den. She’s divine, isn’t she, man?”

“Damn perfect,” Saint answered.

We fist-bumped each other. Liv stopped in front of us, glanced from one cock to the other, and bit her fucking lip. Christ. She knew how to tease us, and she did a damn fine job of it.

“Which one should I try first?” Liv asked as she innocently twirled a strand of her hair with her finger and shrugged. “I can’t decide.”

You’ve got to be shitting me?