Page 37 of Their Tracked Obsession

Fuck.

I was ready to shove my entire dick right down her throat, but Liv looked heavenly. Innocent like a virgin schoolgirl. I wanted to make sweet love to her until she became wanton in the sack. Except Liv only wore panties that I wanted to ruin so Pierre could smell her scent underneath her tight sundress when we left. I wanted to make the motherfucker jealous, knowing we’d had her under his roof, and that he didn’t stand a damn chance.

“There’s only one way to solve this.” Saint tilted his head. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.”

I glanced up at the ceiling, closed my eyes and exhaled, “Fuck.”

I didn’t know how much more of this shit I could take. Trust me. I was trying to hold out, to let Liv have her way, but there was only so much a horny man could take.

Liv giggled. “Okay.”

My eyes snapped open.

“Eeny…” Liv said.

I couldn’t watch, refusing to glance down.

“Meeny…” I could feel her breath on my dick.

Fuck. I squeezed one eye shut.

“Miny…” she teased.

I dared a glance at Saint through one eye. “Is she on you, man?”

“Christ, Sin. Open your eyes and find out,” Saint grumbled.

I did. I couldn’t fucking deal anymore. Liv turned in my direction, her mouth opened to pronounce the winner, but I couldn’t wait.

“Moe.” I shoved my dick in her mouth with a grunt of immediate fulfillment.

Liv gagged. I hit the back of her throat. Again and again. I face-fucked her with my hand on the back of her head, and she had nowhere to go but to please me. Cake crumbs stained with red strawberry filling pushed out the sides of her mouth with saliva.

“Such a goddamn sexy sight,” Saint groaned as he petted her head, and her tear-filled eyes looked at him. “I missed these pretty, teary eyes.”

I smooshed the pieces of strawberry together in the palm of my hand and pulled my dick from her mouth. Liv gasped for air while I let go of the back of her neck. She choked and coughed until I puckered her lips together.

“I forgot to add the garnish on top.” I used two fingers coated with strawberry juice and pushed them between her lips. “Yes, sweetheart. Take it.”

Liv did. She ended up sucking on my fingers until there was nothing left, and I slapped my dick against her cheek. The wet sound of white frosting echoed through the room, and the sugary mixture splattered.

The face of a masterpiece. Swollen lips, flushed cheeks, white cream, an eager tongue licking up the mess I made for Liv only because she begged me for it. Not to mention those big, lustful eyes. Liv fucking lived for this.

“Good girl.” Saint bunched a fistful of her hair into his hand and made Liv face him. “My turn.”

Liv didn’t deny Saint. She opened wide and let him in. He shoved the crumbled berry cake into her mouth, but slower than me. He took his damn time with her and immersed himself in all the sensations she gave him. All the sucking, her lips wrapped tightly around him, and she slid up and down his cock perfectly.

I watched while Saint stared down at Liv, his nostrils flaring, his muscles tense, and his lips parted. He closed his eyes as he turned his head up to the ceiling, and widely opened his mouth. He let go of her hair while she worked him with her eyes shut, sliding her hand up and down the base of his shaft.

Cake was everywhere. Crumbs on the floor, blueberry frosting in the corners of her mouth, and the white frosting had somehow got on the tip of her nose. An intense need came over me to lick the garnish off until Saint opened his eyes and looked at me.

Saint squished the berries between his hands. “Hold her hair.”

“Okay, man.” I gathered her hair into a ponytail.

“Darling. Mm…Goddamn, you feel so good. I don’t want you to fucking stop…” Saint grunted while he took her cheeks in the palms of his hands and popped her mouth off him. “But you need to try this.”

Liv moaned while Saint stuck his thumbs into her mouth with berry juice on them, and he plucked them back out. “So good.”