Page 37 of Wild Flower

Iwillcombust, especially if Finn impales me in one hot, deep thrust. Oh God! I’m about to be fucked and sucked off at the same time!

“Can’t,” Finn growls, pulling his cock from my heat. “A bet’s a bet, and I lost.”

“What?” I whimper. I’m so slick, I’m dripping. My body has never been this excited, and the heat between the three of us is insane.

Is he sayingno?

Finn steps away from me, and I feel the clap of hot night air slide across my exposed backside.

“I lost the bet, so you can’t have my cock,” Finn snarls. “It means, I watch.” Finn walks around to my front, to where I’m naked and Archer’s tongue is dipping in and out of my cunt. “You only get Archer’s cock tonight.”

“I only get—?”

Finn grips his own cock and starts stroking, watching me and Archer, his meaning clear.

“I like watching,” he admits, pumping himself through his fist like I’m the hottest porno on the planet—only I’m real and alive and being eaten in front of him.

On cue, Archer grabs one of my thighs and slings it over his shoulder, snapping the thong at my ankles and opening me to a full-on assault.

“Oh God!”

I grab Archer’s shoulders so I don’t fall over, mewling as his mouth takes me in full: fucking and sucking and pounding me with his tongue.

“Oh, thank God you didn’t crawl under the table and do this to me at Flambé the other night!” I grovel. “Oh fuck, Archer! Oh my God!”

Archer grins against my pussy and wraps his arms around my ass—holding me in his vice-like grip as I begin convulsing. Finn strokes his cock as I detonate against the bloom of Archer’s lips. Finn’s eyes lock on mine as I come, my pussy rippling against Archer’s face.

“Archer!”

Finn smiles and strokes, looking at me like I’m sin incarnate. My eyes lock on his shaft sliding through his hand, and it intensifies my heat as I imagine his cock—below, above, behind—taking me from all sides.

“You’re gorgeous,” Finn grunts, stepping forward as his cock twitches hotly in his grip. And I realize that watching me ride the waves of my pleasure has Finn on the verge of his own orgasm.

I open my mouth, offering to take his cock and help him finish, but he shakes his head. Obviously, he’s not allowed to have me in any orifice.

“Come on my tits,” I gasp, still riding out the pounding heat of Archer’s mouth between my legs. “Right here, on this mamani bloom.” I brush back my silver hair and run a finger across the yellow petals.

One more stroke and ropes of warmth coat my breasts. I grab Finn’s hips to steady him as he lets go, and Archer’s grip on me tightens, his mouth still ravishing. I watch Finn’s face as his muscles clench and he lets go.

I knew I wasn’t traditional—but this? One man’s tongue between my legs and the other coming on my chest? I’m into this?

Oh God, I am!

My pussy clenches and I cry out at the heat they’re both giving me, wracking me with the hottest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

I’m definitely into this!

And fuck me again, I want this every single night.

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ARCHER

Ihold Becca from below, still tasting her on my tongue as she shudders above me and comes down from her orgasm. Her breasts are pert in the moonlight, her hard nipples glistening from the necklace Finn has painted on them.

I knew Becca would be wild, but she’s a God-damn goddess.

Her body is heavy as her orgasm recedes, her chest rising and falling. I slide one of my hands up her stomach, feeling her pant and breathe. “That was hot, Wild Flower,” I compliment, still hard as steel under her. “Is that all you can handle? Or do you want my cock?”

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