Page 19 of Moonflower

“Tongue out.”

I obey.

He spits in my mouth, and my god, I never thought I’d like someone to do that. But now I want him to do it again. So I stretch upward with a little moan, making him smirk.

“You want more?”

I nod.

He spits on my tongue, gazing down at me with a fiery, dark, lustful gleam in his light brown eyes. “Swallow, pretty girl.”

Holding his gaze, I do as he says. And then I open my mouth again, showing him I’m ready. That I want him.

As Wilder undoes his belt, he says, “All you have to do is tap my thigh, and I’ll stop.”

My eyes widen when he pulls out his cock. It looks as big as Ezra’s. Maybe too big for this.

“You can handle it, Cora. I want to feel you choke around my dick while you struggle to take me down your throat.”

I whimper, opening my mouth wider and tilting my head back for him. Gently, he pushes a few strands of hair out of my face. Then he smears a bead of precum over my bottom lip. I can’t help myself—I dart my tongue out to taste him.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

He pauses and stares at me, his cock not even a half-inch from my lips. Maybe this is what’s doing it for him—what’s making this feel real for him. Because he’s gazing down at me with so many emotions on his face that for a second, I think he might cry.

Gently, I place a hand on his thigh. “Wild?”

“I love you. You’re about to feel like I fucking hate you, but I don’t. I love you more than the moon and the stars, Cora.”

“I know,” I whisper, squeezing his leg. “I love you, too.”

He still seems frozen. Like he’s fantasized about this moment for years, just like I have. It’s a lot to handle, especially from his perspective. I’ve done my best to keep him and Ezra at arms’ length for three years. And now I’m here, on my knees in front of him, like he hasn’t been hurting inside this whole time. Everything’s been flipped upside down in a matter of hours.

I don’t know what to say—don’t think there’s anything I can say. So instead, I take the tip of his cock into my mouth and suck lightly.

“Cora,” he chokes out. His hand tightens in my hair, and I can only imagine how hard he’s gripping the shelf. “Do that again.”

I do, watching as his eyes slide closed. He swears under his breath, pumping his hips forward.

The second he hits the back of my throat, I gag. He groans, pulling out and thrusting in again, eliciting the same reaction. Then he keeps his strokes shallow, letting me adjust while I blink back my tears.

“Have you had anyone do this before? Fuck your pretty throat?”

I nod as much as I can.

“Anyone this big?”

I shake my head.

“Okay.” He strokes my jawline. “I’ll try to be gentle.”

Another shake of my head, and he raises an eyebrow. I can just barely make out his satisfied, knowing smirk.

“Our girl likes it rough, Ez. Well, if that’s what you want, Moonflower . . .” Wilder grabs my hair, wrapping it around his hands. And then he yanks me forward, shoving his hips into me at the same time. “Shit,” he grunts when I gag again.

I try to relax my throat. Really, I do. But I just end up choking again, making my tears finally overflow. For a moment I worry about my makeup, but Wilder’s fingers tightening in my hair pull me back to the present.

“Too much?” he asks. I expected him to say it teasingly, but he sounds more concerned than anything.

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