The Hunter's Surrender by Kaenar Langford Read Free Book Online

cock, and Rochar loved the little flutters that ran up and down the length of it. He’d never experienced anything like it. He smoothed his hands down her back, calming her, encouraging her to take Santara’s entire shaft into her mouth.
    “I don’t know if she can take all of you, Santara,” King Rochar cautioned.
    Another quick clench around his erection.
    “She needs to relax, and she’ll be able to do it,” Santara assured him.
    Rochar frowned as Maddie gagged at the heavy shaft pressing into her mouth.
    “Relax, Maddie,” Santara urged. “I know you can take all of me. Think about the delight we’re going to give each other, and let me in.”
    Rochar decided to provide some encouragement, so he cocooned her more fully with his body and slid his hands underneath to cup her breasts. She flexed back into his thrusts, her moans becoming louder and longer. With a little nipple tweaking, a simple twist of the wrists, he added another layer to her pleasuring.
    “Whatever you’re doing, Rochar, keep doing it. Those moans she’s making are opening her right up for me.”
    The monarch bounced the heavy weights in his palms, pausing occasionally to flick the hard tips with his thumbs. All the while his thick cock reamed her cunt.
    “Oh great Joram, that’s amazing. I’m touching the back of her throat. She’s got me clasped so tight in there, I feel like I’m the one who can’t breathe,” Santara murmured.
    The king’s head was whirling with the thoughts he was picking up from his two lovers. There was no way he could stay out of Maddie’s head. Her sense of disbelief at everything that was happening, along with her pleasure at being double-fucked, was like a red-hot fire in his mind. He couldn’t help but grin at what he was picking up from Santara. His feelings were right up front, easy to read. He had his cock completely engulfed by the mouth of a hot, sexy woman and he loved it.
    Rochar kept one hand at her breast, pinching and teasing, but the other skimmed down her belly, through the thin strip of pubic hair to land, unerringly, on her clit. It was already stiff, begging for his attention. With his middle finger tucked under the flap of skin, he gently rocked it to and fro beneath the cap of flesh. Slicking down to her opening, he bathed his finger in her juice then slipped back up to begin his sensual torture once more.
    Through her body, he was certain he could feel the slide of Santara’s erection as the man pulled out and slid in time and time again. It was like being atop a castle besieged with a battering ram.
    Every time it struck the back of her throat, she gave a little start. And every time she jumped, his shaft got an answering squeeze. The red fire in his head began to sizzle and lick though his body. His dick was like an ingot of forged classen and when the telltale quiver tickled the base of his cock, he knew detonation was imminent.
    “Fuck her mouth harder,” he cried to Santara.
    As Santara began to thrust in earnest, King Rochar matched the frantic rhythm, pummeling Maddie with his relentless strokes. He was surprised to feel her beat him to the punch by mere seconds, her contractions grabbing his dick in a mind-numbing tempo of pulses that shot him off into the stratosphere, pumping and pumping a seemingly endless rush of cum into her channel. Her moans of surrender echoing through Santara’s rod must have pushed him into release for he went off right behind them, head back, cheeks flushed, mouth open in sheer bliss.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    Like a somnambulist, Maddie let herself be tenderly guided under the warm, soothing stream. With the brush of two pairs of gentle, soapy hands over her skin, she didn’t want to open her eyes. Instead, she relished the feel of the callused flesh skimming her sated body. There was no sexual intent, only the sense of being cared for, treasured by her lovers.
    “Number Two off.”
    She recognized Santara’s voice as the flow