Page 39 of Their Tracked Obsession

Sin

Liv got up off the floor, holding our hands, and we stood in front of the peanut butter cup delight. I grabbed some of the chocolate peanut butter cups, and Saint did the same. We each turned our attention to Liv, and our eyes locked on the same place at the exact matching moment. Her chest. Those fucking wondrous titties we couldn’t get enough of.

We pressed the peanut butter goodness against her chest and smeared the chocolate over each tit. Liv gasped. The cool sensation of the treat hit her warm skin and brought her pleasure. Mixed with our caresses.

Our mouths took a turn as we kneeled down, and we sucked her tits at the same time. Each with a breast of our own. We licked, lashed, and nibbled on Liv as if we were having a feast. Her hands let go of ours as she ran her fingers through our hair and whimpered in ecstasy. We peered up at her over her breasts; her dark, delirious eyes full of lust were locked on ours, and we circled our tongues around her nipples. I bit down playfully.

“Oh!” Liv cried out through parted lips.

“You like that, sweetheart?” I breathed against her rosy bud. “Wait until the next part.”

I tore my face off her tit, and Saint kept taunting her nipple. The moans leaving Liv’s mouth left me wishing I hadn’t turned her away, but I had to. I wanted her to experience what I had in mind.

“Mm… Such a good girl,” Saint mumbled into her bosom.

I ran my finger over the chocolate drizzle, coating my finger with it and eager to give her a bite. I brought my limb to her, and she stared at it. A shudder ran through her body, and my excitement for Liv increased.

“Open,” I ordered.

Liv stretched her mouth in eager anticipation, but I fed her slowly. Tediously, inch by inch, I let my finger travel between those lips. She sucked on me, nice and slick. Saint bit the flesh of her tit as he marked her and claimed her as his.

“Mm!” Liv muffled an elongated moan.

Her desire rippled down to my groin like a shockwave. Fuck. Her eyes fluttered shut.

“Yes. Deeper,” I encouraged.

My finger went further as I stroked the bottom of her chin with the pad of my thumb. I could feel the beat of her pulse palpitating across her skin. Liv was in a pure state of elation, and I wanted to give her further pleasure.

I gave her tit a hard bite on my way down to reach for a piece of silverware on the table nearby and her eyes shot open. I wanted to make sure I left my teeth marks on her skin because she was mine too. The redness around the welt when I released her flesh came to light, and my cock throbbed at the sight. She had two bite marks on her chest.

Yes.

I gently ran the prongs across her belly, over her navel, and Liv shivered with lust, but I stopped. The fork proceeded downward over her abdomen as I watched her reaction to my torturous tease and licked my tongue up her cheek. I crawled the teeth of the fork below her panty line and I ventured further until her eyes went wide. She gagged on my finger while the four prongs worked her clit.

Christ. Liv loved this. I took pleasure in watching her.

I pulled my finger out of Liv’s mouth.

Liv choked out, “God!”

I stuck my finger back in her wet hole. “It’s Sin. There’s no God here.”

Saint fondled her tits while I licked her earlobe and whispered praise into her ear. Liv released an animalistic cry. Half woman, half beast. We admired the beautiful monster we uncaged from her. We needed to stuff our girl full.

I pulled my finger out of Liv; her saliva connected us until the string broke, and my chest heaved with passion. She quivered at Saint’s touch lingering on her body. Chocolate stained her lips, and I wanted to lick it off. But not yet. Soon.

I dropped the fork on the floor.

“Let’s take these off, darling.” Saint looped his fingers into the elastic band of her panties and dragged them down her legs. “Let Daddy see those pretty pink lips between these wonderful thighs.”

“You heard him,” I demanded as I pointed a finger at Liv. “Spread.”

Liv stepped out of the undergarment and parted her legs. “Like this?”

“Yes, baby, just like that,” I whispered as I stepped back into her orbit, and she sucked on my finger again. “Such a good slut for us.”

Saint had her garment in his grasp; he inhaled her scent and bit her tender hipbone. She muffled a moan and bit down on my finger. Shit. I never grew tired of how much Liv desired our love marks.