Page 28 of Twins for the Mountain Daddies

"More," she breathes, a simple plea that has my blood pounding in my ears.

Holt's voice cuts through the haze of desire. "Spread her legs, Wyatt. Dare you."

I comply without hesitation, my fingers hooking under her knees to part them. Ivy's breath catches. Holt doesn't waste a second; he strips away the barriers of her pants and panties with swift, purposeful motions, baring her to us.

He lowers his head, and I watch, transfixed, as he runs his tongue up her slit, drawing a long, wet path that makes Ivy archoff my lap. Her hands clutch at my arms, nails digging in, and I feel every shudder that ripples through her.

Every long lick sends a shudder through her body, a breathy little moan escaping her lips. When he pushes one long finger inside, she grips his head as if to keep him in place. Like he’s going anywhere.

Holt pulls back, watching what he’s doing to our girl. "Come for us, Ivy," Holt dares, his voice a low growl, and then he's on her, sucking at the bundle of nerves that drives her wild.

"Ah—yes!" The raw edge in Ivy's cry slices through the room. She's close, teetering on the edge, and I can feel it, the tension winding tighter in her body.

"Let go," I murmur into her ear. And she does. She shatters, coming apart with a release that echoes in the quiet mountain cabin, leaving nothing but ragged breaths and the sweet smell of sex hanging heavy in the air.

I dare her, my voice a rough whisper, "Suck my cock, City Girl."

She doesn't hesitate, sliding from my lap to the floor with an ease that stirs me further. Her fingers work at my sweatpants, tugging them down until I'm exposed to her heated gaze.

Ivy leans in, lips parting, breath hot on my skin. The sight of her big, brown eyes looking up at me, full of a raw hunger, causes me to unravel. She licks, long and slow, up the underside, and I can't help but let out a strangled sound. When she sucks me in deep, it's all I can do not to buck into her mouth. My hand finds her hair, not pushing, just feeling the silk strands slip through my fingers.

"Fuck," escapes me when she goes deeper, and her throat constricts around me. It's a choked sound, one of pleasure, disbelief, or maybe both.

The desire to see her taken, filled, grips me like a vice. "Holt, your turn." My voice cracks with the command. "Fuck her. I dare you."

I look down at our pretty girl, her cheeks flushed, a single tear trailing along her skin.

"You want that? You want Holt to fuck you?" I ask, wiping away the wetness with a thumb, catching her gaze for consent.

Her nod is swift, eager. No hesitation. A thrill shoots through me.

Holt's grin is all predator, hungry and bold as he moves into position. He tears open the little foil packet and rolls the condom down his length with practiced ease, and I can't help but watch.

"I’ve got you, baby," he rasps, voice low and rough like gravel. There's no mistaking the promise in his tone.

Ivy's still on her knees, and she looks back at Holt with that same wild need that's been building inside all of us. Her hands brace against my thighs for support as Holt aligns himself with her, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance.

"Go slow," I find myself saying, not sure who I'm trying to reassure—her or me.

Holt nods, inching forward, and then he's pushing into her, steady and relentless. I feel her gasp around my cock, vibrations sending shockwaves through my entire body. My head falls back, eyelids fluttering as I fight to keep my senses.

"Fuck..." The word comes out as a strangled groan from my throat.

She's incredible, taking us both. Every muscle in my body tenses as I watch Holt grab her hips, pulling her onto him until he's completely buried inside her. Her moans are muffled against my skin, but they're music to my ears.

"Look at her," I tell Holt, my voice barely more than a whisper, thick with lust.

He does, and we share a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the goddess between us. Her lips stretch around me, wet and warm, while Holt starts to find his rhythm, fucking her hard from behind. It's like nothing I've ever seen—one of those moments you know you'll replay in your mind forever.

We’ve shared before once or twice. But it didn’t feel like this.

"God, Ivy..." Holt breathes, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding.

Every thrust sends her further onto me, and I have to grip her hair, hold her steady. But it's gentle, always gentle, because this isn't just heat—there's something else here, unspoken but understood.

"More," she manages to mumble, sending another jolt straight to my core.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart," I grunt, and the words are raw truth. Whatever she wants, we'll give her.

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