Page 65 of Moonflower
“Patience,” he soothes.
She groans. But then Ezra stands, teasing her entrance with the tip of his dick. She tries to push back, to take him further, so he steps away.
“Ezra.”
He grins at me. “Think she’s ready?”
“Definitely,” I say. Because I’m ready. And entirely too impatient to keep waiting.
We both help Cora onto the bed. Ezra lies down on his back, and we maneuver her so she’s straddling him. Only then do we let her sink down on his cock. Ezra holds her up as she starts rolling her hips, making them both groan.
“Just like that, Moonflower,” he says. “Ride me like your life depends on it.”
And she does. For a couple minutes, anyway. But then I push her down so she’s pressed into Ezra’s chest. His arms come around her while I kneel in between their legs, squeezing Cora’s ass.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says, yelping when I smack one of her ass cheeks.
“No one else,” I say, running my hand across her reddening skin. “No one but us from here on out.”
She nods, crying out when Ezra thrusts up into her. “No one else.”
“You have lube?”
“In my nightstand.”
I grab it before settling behind her again. She jumps at the cold lube against her warm skin. “Hold still for me, Moonflower,” I say as I brush a wet finger over her hole.
She whimpers when I push inside of her. Just one finger, warming her up slowly. She squirms, but Ezra holds her more tightly.
This weekend, we’ve wrung orgasm after orgasm from our girl. But we’re taking one more before we leave, and it’ll be the most explosive one yet.
As I add a second finger, she moans, tensing up.
“Deep breaths, Cora,” Ezra murmurs in her ear. He strokes her hair with one hand, keeping his other arm firmly around her. “You have to stay relaxed for us.”
Cora gulps in air, and eventually, she relaxes. “Fuck,” she whispers. “Ez. Wild.”
“We’ve got you,” Ezra says soothingly, slowly pumping into her again. “We’ve got you.”
By the time I’ve finished prepping Cora, she’s a mewling, begging mess. I could feel Ezra gently fucking her, giving her what she wants but not enough of it. He’s been stringing her along, keeping her on the edge and waiting for me. And now, all I want to do is push her over.
After coating my dick with more lube, I prod at her asshole. She groans into Ezra’s chest as I slide in, just a couple of inches.
“Oh god,” she pants. “Oh god.”
“Relax, Cora.”
She takes a couple more deep breaths. And then I slide in all the way, trying to take my time to let her adjust.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan. “So tight.”
“Shit,” Ezra breathes. Then he undoes the scarf around her head. “Wanna see you. Over here, Cora. Look at me. How does it feel?”
“So good,” she cries. “Fuck me, Wilder. Please.”
“Not yet. I need you to do something first.”
