Page 48 of Her Wolf

Finn brought her right hand to his own throbbing dick. He liked it harder than Lars, but slower still.

Cora was clumsy at first, but when he’d corrected her for the third time, she picked up on the rhythm he wanted and stuck to it.

He kissed her again, but then he groaned into her mouth when she swiped the pad of her thumb over his crown. Lars took advantage and moved her face toward him for a kiss while Finn sucked at her breast and slid a hand to her clit where he stroked her.

This was too much for her. She broke free from Lars with a gasp, bucked her hips hard enough to make Bailey murmur, “Jesus,” above her.

“Harder!” she bucked again, and he and Lars both pushed her down flat on the bed.

“Eleven,” Lars said, nibbling her ear. “You’re a brave girl, Princess.”

“No, I’m sorry,” she said through another gasp. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Too late,” Finn said.

He tugged her ankle away and laid a slap on the back of her thigh, close to her ass.

Her entire body stiffened, and Bailey let out a muffled, “Oh my god, you just went so fucking tight.”

So Finn slapped her again, harder.

Cora whimpered, throwing her head to the side and mewling at Lars for a kiss.

He gave her one, but his hand went to her clit, massaging her as that kiss deepened.

She tore away. “I’m going to come,” she whispered furiously, her hands slowing on both of their cocks.

Bailey sped up.

Cora slipped over the sheet as his thrusts grew harder still. But Finn and Lars grabbed her shoulders, keeping her still so Bailey could fuck her as hard as he wanted.

She came seconds later, and Bailey a few seconds after that. Finn tried to kiss her through her orgasm, but she was unresponsive, riding out an impossibly high wave of bliss.

Bailey pulled out of her, breathing as hard as if he’d run a marathon.

“Not bad,” Lars said, running a hand down the man’s chest. “Next time, you’ll have to do it all yourself.”

Bailey gave a short, breathless laugh, and ducked his head to give Cora’s pussy a long, lingering lick.

Even that didn’t get a reaction.

“You still with us?” Finn asked, guiding her chin to the side so she would look at him. Her eyes opened reluctantly. Tears glittered like diamonds on her lashes.

“That was unbelievable,” she whispered. “But I can’t take anymore.”

He gave her a slow smile as he trailed his fingers down her belly and over her clit. He slid two fingers inside her, rousing a weak moan from her. “You’ll have to, baby girl. Still two to go.”

. . .

This was lunacy. There was no way she could come again. Her body felt like a city after a nuclear bomb had been dropped on it. Her muscles were water, her spine a piece of string.

But it didn’t matter.

In here, her men held total authority.

And they wanted her to come again.

Twice.

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