Page 18 of Moonflower

“I think you know the answer to that, Moonflower,” Ezra replies.

I definitely have ideas. And hopes, and dreams, and probably five different fantasies about how things could unfold in the next minutes . . . or hours.

Wilder places a kiss to my shoulder. Then a few up my neck and my soft jawline. “Your heart rate just picked up, pretty girl. Are you nervous? Or excited?”

“Both,” I whisper. “Definitely both.”

Ezra captures my mouth in a slow, heated kiss, gripping my chin in between his fingers. “You can tell us to stop.”

“I don’t want you to.”

He smirks. “Good.”

And then Ezra is holding my face and kissing me again, and Wilder’s hands are traveling over my stomach, working their way downward. He pulls the skirt of my dress up, and I whimper when his fingers slide into my underwear.

“Wild,” I groan into Ezra’s mouth when he finds my clit.

“You’re soaked, Moonflower. Is this because we scared you?”

“Because of . . .” I gasp when Wilder pinches my clit gently. “Because of everything. Because of you. Both of you.”

“Fuck,” Wilder mutters, circling my clit gently.

I’ve never done anything sexual with more than one person at a time before. Having Ezra kiss me while Wilder fingers me is new and different. Overwhelming, but in the best way. Still, I’m not sure who to focus on—Ezra as his lips move against mine, or Wilder while he works me toward an orgasm.

Eventually, Ezra pulls away, making up my mind for me. Then he tugs down the straps of my dress, and I thread my arms through them so he can pull the fabric down. I expect to feel a wave of insecurity, but I don’t. I love my body—every soft, supple, thick part of me—and Wilder and Ezra have always adored me for who I am.

“Shit.” With a groan, Ezra leans down and buries his face in between my bare breasts, squeezing them with his hands. He pinches my nipples gently. “Cora. So fucking beautiful.”

Before I can reply, Ezra sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. It wrenches a moan from me, and I have to fight to stay standing.

I love having them touch me, but it’s not enough. I need to touch them, too. So I palm Ezra’s dick through his jeans, gasping when I realize how big he is. Oh god. It’s hard to touch Wilder since he’s behind me, but I manage to reach my other hand behind me and thread my fingers through his hair.

Swearing under his breath, Ezra grinds into my hand. “Make her come, Wild. I need to be inside her.”

“I get her first,” Wilder growls.

Ezra rolls his eyes as he huffs out a laugh. “I know.”

“What should I do to you, Cora?” Wilder murmurs in my ear. “Should I fuck you against this bookshelf? Make you come with my mouth and then my dick? Or should I use you up like the pretty plaything you are?”

I don’t have a chance to respond before his filthy words cause my orgasm to slam into me. He clamps his free hand over my mouth as I cry out. Then he shoves his fingers into me, curling them just so and adding another wave of pleasure.

All of it. All of it and so much more.

Wilder slowly pulls his fingers out of me before shoving them into my mouth. “Suck.”

Ezra watches with fire in his eyes as I suck my salty taste from Wilder’s fingers. Then, once I’m done, Ezra fuses his mouth to mine. His tongue plunges into my mouth, chasing after the lingering taste of my arousal. When he’s done, we both gasp for air, and I find my fingers tightening around his cock.

Wilder turns me so I’m facing him. After an appreciative glance at my breasts, he says, “I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth of yours, and you’re going to take every drop of my cum down your throat like a good girl. And then Ezra is going to have you whatever way he wants. Understood?”

My nod is involuntary, almost like I’m in a trance.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

“Get on your knees, Moonflower.”

I do, and Wilder leans over me, placing a hand on the shelf above my head. Then he grips my jaw with his other one, forcing it open.

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