Page 47 of Her Wolf

There wasn’t a pleasure point in her body that wasn’t being lavished with attention.

And she felt like she would explode.

No…she was exploding. A climax pounced on her out of nowhere.

Her hips bucked hard, grinding two mouths against her sex. A tongue speared inside her while a warm mouth enclosed her mound and sucked.

Lars moved back, giving her air to gasp with. But then he had her nipple in his mouth, teasing that bud of puckered flesh with his teeth until she saw stars.

. . .

As soon as Cora’s hips fell back, Finn backed up and slid off the bed. Bailey was still kissing her, drinking her up like she was the elixir of life.

Fuck, she’d tasted like it to Finn.

He dragged a hand over his mouth, tugging down his briefs as he watched Bailey forcing a last shudder from Cora.

She lay limp and spent, chest heaving and eyes closed as she panted.

But they were far from done.

Finn stepped closer and grabbed Bailey by the shoulder.

The man tensed, giving him a wary look over his shoulder.

“This time,” Finn said, “you fuck her until she comes.”

“Jesus, man, I—” Bailey began, but Finn shoved him forward before he could finish.

“Just take it nice and slow,” he said as he climbed back onto the bed.

Cora’s head flopped to the side to watch him, and she gave him a wide, if weak, smile. That smile changed when he reached over and parted her for Bailey. A flicker of concern touched her eyes, but it was swept away by a wide-eyed, open-mouthed gasp when Bailey touched his dick to her entrance and slowly thrust inside her.

Finn lay on his side, slipping an arm under her head and twisting her toward him for a kiss. It was a breathless one from her side—more panting than anything else—but it was as if her arousal sweetened her saliva the longer Bailey fucked her.

Lars came to lie on her other side, and he grabbed her chin and pulled her away for a kiss of his own. Finn slid his hand over her thigh and urged her leg up and to the side, spreading her more for Bailey.

As soon as Lars had ended their kiss, he did the same.

Lars glanced up at Finn, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he tossed his hair from his face. “Thinking what I’m thinking?”

Finn gave him a nod, and untangled Cora’s hands from her shirt.

“How well can you multi-task, Princess?” Lars murmured to Cora.

Her reply was a moan. Bailey leaned over her, his hand between her breasts as he picked up speed.

“Slower,” Finn heard Lars say.

He glanced down, Cora’s hands finally free, and watched as Lars grabbed Bailey’s hip. He guided the man, slowing him down but making each thrust harder, more forceful.

Cora groaned, eyes squeezing shut and her pants turning into small gasps every time Bailey thrust into her.

Finn grabbed Cora’s left hand and guided it to Lars’s cock where it rubbed against her hip. She snatched at it, and began pumping it hard. He wrapped his hand around hers, and slowed her down. Showed her how to twist her grip when she got close to Lars’s crown.

“Fuck,” Lars muttered, burrowing his head in Cora’s hair as he bucked his hips.

Cora’s mouth trembled at that, and her eyes popped open. She seemed incredulous how much pleasure she was bringing Lars, watching his face with rapt attention as she slowly jerked him off.

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