Page 52 of Her Wolf

Soon.

It would be worth it, if he could hold out.

He jerked her away from him so he could watch her pleasure. His eyes slid down her body. Her perky tits bounced as Lars slammed into her. The man’s hair was in his face, an animal snarl on his mouth as if he, too, couldn’t bear his own suffering.

One of his arms was behind his back. Finn craned. Lars had Bailey’s dick in his hand.

The man apparently didn’t mind. Then again, it would have been impossible for him to say anything with Cora’s clit glued to his mouth.

His tongue lapped her in time with Lars’s thrusts as they sped up. Finn grabbed one of Cora’s breasts, squeezing her hard as he relaxed the grip on her hair.

Her head fell forward, mouth open as she gasped.

“I’m so close,” she whispered, but her voice was so soft he doubted if anyone else had heard.

He’d heard.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Her fluttering eyes gradually opened.

He grabbed the front of her throat and squeezed, rewarded by a delicious moan. His other hand went around her hip, fingers trailing over the curve of her ass.

He found the base of Lars’s cock, gripped it.

Lars let out a furious, “Jesus fucking Christ,” and stopped fucking her.

Cora whimpered, but she didn’t close her eyes.

He shoved Lars’s cock inside her, and she gasped, her mouth turning into a perfect ‘o’ of blissful shock.

“This hard enough for you?” he asked, squeezing her throat again.

“No,” she murmured with a husky voice. She shuddered, and Finn glanced down. Bailey moaned—perhaps because he was close to coming again with Lars jerking him off—but he’d begun sucking at Cora’s clit.

Finn forced Lars’s cock into her again, even harder. His fist connected with her pelvis, and he felt a shudder tear through her at the impact.

“Now?” his voice had transformed into a sinister hiss.

It sounded unnervingly like the voice of his beast.

“No!” she yelped, and her eyes brimmed. “Please.”

Her entire body quivered, seconds away from climaxing.

“Then you’d better fuck her harder, Lars.” He grabbed Cora’s hips, holding her steady.

Both Lars’s hands grabbed her shoulders.

They’d pinned Cora between them, Bailey working her clit as Lars prepared to fuck her over the cliff of her orgasm.

She screamed when she came. But it was a breathless, bewildered sound. Her nails tore at his skin as she tried to writhe, tried to force Bailey harder against her clit.

He wouldn’t let her. Together, he and Lars kept her perfectly poised.

Lars came with a loud groan, his hand sliding past Cora to grip Finn’s dick. Finn grunted, thrusting into the man’s fist as Lars let out a frantic, “Oh sweet Jesus,” and pounded one last time into Cora.

She was still riding her orgasm, oblivious to entire world.

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