Page 25 of Hunk Sandwich
Bo held my gaze, a tiny smirk on his lips.
“Clean us up. We’ll make you come, too.”
Kaspar gasped when I took his cock in my hand again and licked him clean. I loved the feel of his swollen knot and his desperation as he panted from what my tongue did to him.
Bo was next. My mate hardened under my lips and tongue, ready for round two.Fuck. So am I.
I dragged his trousers and white briefs the rest of the way down his legs, nudged his legs wider, and moved down to rub my cheeks over his balls.
“Älskling!” His pet name for me came out on a moan.
“Mm, yes, my love?” I licked them next, loving to feel my big Troll tremble. Slicking my fingers in my mouth, I moved between his cheeks to rub his hole.
“Oh fuck!” It wasn’t Bo but Kas who had cried out. His eyes fixed on my face. He pushed up Bo’s shirt and fondled his nipples.
I slipped a finger into Bo’s magnificent ass, then another.
Kaspar covered my other hand with his furry fingers and together we jerked my husband’s thick cock.
He held the rhythm for us, letting me reach deeper and seeking the place that made Bo tremble and beg for more.
“Snälla, mer, Ollie. Ge mig mer.” Bo’s voice broke as he rode my fingers and drove his cock through our fists. He didn’t need to say it in English. I’d learned every way Bo could ask for more.
I felt his climax in my bones. He wouldn’t take long to come again.
“Fuck yes! You’re so hot, Bo. Come for us!” Kaspar spurred him on. With a big groan, he came all over my face and our stroking hands.
“Thor help me!” He slumped back into the cushion with a tired laugh.
“It’s not easy to wear a Troll out. But between the two of you, you manage.” He reached out and cupped our cheeks, wiping some cum off mine. “You need a shower, my love.”
“I just had one.” I gave him a dirty grin and made a show of licking my lips clean.
“I love that sweet mouth of yours, älskling.” Bo gave me a happy smile. He heaved his body off the couch and then held his hands out to Kaspar and me.
“Come on. We’ll get cleaned up so we can make you feel good, Ollie.”
Kas gave an appreciative rumble.
“You like my idea?” Bo asked.
Kaspar’s hungry eyes turned to me. “Fuck yes, I do.”
With a hand on each of our hips, Bo guided us into the bathroom.
He stripped off his shirt. Comfortable in his nudity, he held Kaspar’s gaze as he undressed him with gentle hands.
“Mm, what a pretty thing you are, gråben.” He brushed Kaspar’s furry chest, plumping his pecs for a moment before turning to his jeans.
I watched them like a hawk.
Bo was right. I didn’t understand why but seeing them together made me even hornier. And after making them both come I hovered on the edges of feral.
Kas’ knot was still swollen, his dark red cock rigid.
“Isn’t our wolf gorgeous, älskling?” Bo turned him around and pulled Kaspar against his chest. He caressed his body, making the Wolfman groan with pleasure and rub his face against Bo’s huge pec.
Our wolf.
