Page 20 of Moonflower

“No, I can take it. Just . . . a little slower at first, maybe.”

“Of course,” he murmurs.

This time, I’m able to take him down without as much trouble. Wilder slides all the way into my throat with a shudder. I know I won’t be able to breathe, but I try anyway, and it makes me choke. Wilder holds my head still as he pumps into me a few times.

“Cora. Cora, fuck.”

I can tell he doesn’t want to, but he pulls out. It gives me the chance to gulp in air, even though I’d prefer he didn’t give me the option.

“Don’t stop, Wild. I’ll let you know when I need a break.”

He runs the tip of his cock over my lips. And then, after I’ve taken another breath, I open my mouth wide. He lets me take him down my throat at my own pace, but he loses his self-control after that.

“You feel so goddamn good,” he grits out. As he fucks my throat with relentless strokes, he uses my hair to hold my head still. His grip is so tight it brings more tears to my eyes.

Wilder wasn’t kidding when he said it’d feel like he doesn’t love me. This . . . the way he’s pumping into me—using me—feels heartless. Degrading, like I’m nothing more than a toy. His plaything. And god do I love it.

Knowing Ezra is watching makes it even better. I can feel his heated gaze on me, slithering down my body. I want him to touch me too, but I also want to focus solely on them one at a time. Wilder might get me first, but that doesn’t mean I’m any less excited to be with Ezra.

I’m gripping Wilder’s jeans so hard they start to slide down his legs. My mind is caught between chanting just a little longer, just a little longer, just a little longer, and trying to enjoy the feeling of being so thoroughly and brutally used.

I used to fuck my throat with a dildo and pretend it was either Wilder or Ezra. To be perfectly honest, I did it yesterday with my head hanging off the edge of my bed and my free hand working furiously in between my legs.

This, though? This is the real thing, and I never want Wilder to stop.

My throat has different ideas, though. And after a minute, I find myself tapping on Wilder’s thigh. He doesn’t protest or try to keep going. One second my throat is bulging and full, and the next it’s empty. As I cough and gasp in breaths, he re-wraps my hair around his hands. He keeps his hold tight, like he can’t bear the thought of letting go of me.

Once I’ve caught my breath, Wilder bends at his waist and kisses me gently, a complete one-eighty from what he just did. “You’re doing so well, pretty girl,” he mutters against my lips. “And your throat is so fucking tight.” Another kiss.

“More?” I whisper.

“Oh, definitely.”

With that, he enters my mouth again. I can feel how wet and warm my panties are, and as Wilder takes away my ability to breathe again, I wonder if he and Ezra can smell how turned on I am.

“Keep your throat relaxed, Moonflower. You can do it.”

I hum, partially for him and partially to distract my gag reflex as he shoves into my throat.

Wilder groans. “Such a good girl.”

From there, it’s all I can do to hold onto his legs. Tears stream from my eyes, drool drips from my chin, and eventually I can’t help but gag.

“I’m gonna come, Cora. Christ, shit, fuck.” Wilder throws his head back, pulling out enough that his cum coats my tongue and some hits the back of my throat.

I swallow it all like he told me to, savoring the taste. Then I suck gently on his tip before releasing him from my mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him so breathless before. When he falls to his knees in front of me, he devours my mouth. His hands leave my hair and wrap around my throat, not squeezing, just holding.

“I love you,” I say against his lips, relishing in how he eats up the words.

He nips at my bottom lip. “You’re mine, you hear me? Mine, Cora.”

For the first time since I got on my knees, I glance at Ezra. I know what his problems are, and there’s no way I’m going to make them worse. I could never. So when I breathe out the word, “Yours,” it’s his dark eyes I’m staring into, not Wilder’s.

Ezra is leaning against the bookshelf, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. When Wilder releases me, I don’t wait for Ezra to tell me what to do. I just get onto my hands and knees and crawl to him, maintaining eye contact the whole time. It feels right, so I don’t question it.

When I’m in front of him, I smile up at him. I can only make out some of his features in the dark, but he looks handsome nonetheless.

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