Page 36 of Wild Flower

“Please, don’t stop,” I moan, tangling my fingers into Finn’s golden hair. “I know tits are erogenous zones, but I’ve never thought I could be this turned on from—”

Finn grabs my hips and grinds my ass against his crotch. And double-fuck, he’s hard as a rock, his thickness grinding indecently against the seam of my thong.

“Oh Finn!” I moan, widening my thighs. “You’re so—!”

Hard? Big? Is that something I want to say to him? Do I want to talk dirty? Do I want to beg? The truth is I want him to yank my thong aside and push into me from behind—make me sing.

“I want you inside me,” I pant.

Both men growl. It’s a cacophony of sound that makes my pussy tremble, and I know I’ll be speared at the end of one of their cocks in just moments.Thisis what it’s like to be drunk with yearning and close to ecstasy. All I needed was two beautiful men to pry it out of me.

“Don’t forget our bet,” Archer snarls, and I realize he’s talking to Finn who pushes my hair to the side and muffles a grumble against my neck, his wet mouth searing over the ferns and orchids that bloom across my flesh.

“You two made a bet?” I ask, unable to stop the rotation of my ass against Finn’s thickness. “About me?”

“One Finny-boy here lost,” Archer asserts, releasing my breasts and dropping to his knees. I shiver at the realization that Archer’s face is level with my aching pussy, exhaling against the wet fabric of my thong.

“You lost?” I ask, gripping Finn’s hair and pulling it back slightly so his face lifts and his golden eyes lock on mine. “Is that true?”

“Technically,” he grunts, his hair and cheekbones catching the silvery moon.

“And what did you lose in this bet?”

Only, I gasp—Archer’s grabbed the sides of my thong and is dragging the fabric down my poppy-covered hips. Finn’s eyes pool with lust, and he must feel the fabric as it’s dragged between my ass and his cock. The fabric ends up strung at my ankles next to my three-inch heels.

“For the record,” Finn says darkly, both of our chests panting in anticipation. “Losing was better than winning, because it meant you showed up.”

Finn kisses me then, pulling against my grip on his hair and claiming me. I open my mouth, kissing him back, enjoying the delicious pressure of two men on each side of my nakedness.

Too softly, Archer’s lips brush against my now-exposed wetness, his mouth a butterfly wing, fluttering against my sensitive folds and teasing. I don’t look down to see Archer kneeling between my poppy briar, the bright orange-red blooms tattooed across my thighs and pelvic bone, framing the aching blossom he’s teasing.

“You—you didn’t think I’d come back to Flambé?” I ask Finn, gasping for air. He must know what Archer is doing to me below, because he smiles wickedly like he’s tasting the fine wine of my pleasure.

Archer’s tongue flirts, feathering over my seam, making my hips buck, but not prying me open.

“You seemed too good to be real,” Finn admits, as if I’m a rare Himalayan lily that takes seven years to bloom. It’s the kind of plant you stand in awe of when its petals open.

Archer finds my clit.

“Oh my God!” I cry out as he lashes, turning from delicate to wicked, flicking his tongue like the wings of a humming bird. I drag Finn into a vicious kiss, rocking my hips and savoring the way his cock grinds against my ass. I’m desperate for more friction and pressure, needing Archer to cover my pussy with his mouth.

“Does that feel good?” Archer asks, villainously pulling away from my throbbing flesh. I whimper in protest.

“I’m clean and on the pill,” I blurt out. It’s stupid to consider doing this without a condom, but I’ve never done this with two men before. “I need you both—I need—oh God!”

Archer’s tongue plows between my folds and pumps into my entrance, making me cry to the heavens.

“Archer!” His lips swirl and suck, finding my clit and making my hips pump barbarically against his face. “Oh God!”

I hold onto Finn for dear life, not sure if it’s possible for him to thicken behind me more than he already has, but he feels huge. Or maybe I’m so out of my mind with delirium that all I can think about is Finn’s cock pushing into me from behind while Archer sucks on my clit.

My hand drops to where Finn is thick, and he grunts when I get ahold of him and start stroking.

“Are you clean, Finn?” I ask, maneuvering his thick head to the back of my pussy and using his thick tip to part my lips from behind.

“Yes,” he growls, and I cannot explain how hot it is to be pinned between these men, one notched in my entrance and the other sucking on my clit.

I’m about to combust.

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