Page 39 of Wild Flower

Our wet, slippery bodies writhe, tangled in nakedness in the moonlit surf. Her thighs grip my waist as we kiss wildly under water, then bob to the surface and gasp. It’s a cycle where I’m under the water thrashing with her pressed against me, followed by the pump and tread of my thighs as I try to keep us afloat. I kiss and clutch her ass, swimming us toward the cliff where I’ll have something to pin her against.

Our bodies are on fire even though the water is cold, and the stars reflect on the glossy surface, begging me to take her in starlight.

Becca shivers violently, and there’s pressure pushing her against me. It’s Finn, on her other side, trapping her between us like a mermaid in a cage. Finn’s strong arms wrap around both of us, clutching my back, and suddenly it’s easy for the three of us to stay afloat as his legs tread powerfully below us.

I catch Finn’s eye in the dark, and he gives me a terse head-shake, indicating he’s not going to take her when the turn is mine. I give him a nod and take Becca in a consuming kiss, feeling Finn swim us toward the cliff.

When we reach the rocks, Finn holds onto a smooth outcrop with one of his hands, then hooks his other arm under one of Becca’s knees, steadying her back against his chest and effectively opening her to me. Becca pants hotly when she realizes how he’s holding her strung open.

“Oh fuck,” she gasps. “I thought being with both of you would be hot, but I didn’t imagine—”

Under the water, I take her other knee and spread her wide.

“Is this what you wanted, Wild Flower?” I ask against her mouth, adjusting my cock between her thighs. “To be fucked between us?”

“I had no idea …” she whimpers and nods, losing all semblance of articulation.

“You like Finn holding you open?” I notch myself in her pussy and grab one of the rocks behind her and Finn’s head to give me some leverage. She whimpers, and I let the sway of the water push my tip shallowly inside her.

“Archer! Oh wow!”

“I’m barely inside you,” I tease. “Do you really think you can handle all of me?”

She moans wickedly at my teasing, her whimpers a beg.

“I—I—” she gasps, lost in the lust of what’s about to happen. And she-devil that she is, her pussy sucks greedily on my tip, her inner muscles desperate for more to grip.

“Tell me how badly you need me, Becca.”

“Please!” she begs, grabbing my ass and trying to push me deeper. “Fuck me, now!”

I give my Wild Flower what she wants, slamming into her hard. She screams in pleasure as I sheath myself to the hilt in her tight cunt. Then I pull back and pound into her again.

And again.

The water splashes between us every time I thrust, the ocean spraying her tits and mouth as Finn holds her open. I find a punishing rhythm, kissing her mouth as my hips pump, her pussy clenching around me with each brutal plunge.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” She grabs onto my shoulders and arches into Finn, letting out a new string of moans at the position. “Oh my God!”

She reaches back to hook one of her arms around Finn’s neck, and the other she hooks around mine. Her nails dig in, biting my skin painfully. Finn grimaces, and she must be doing the same to him.

My cock pistons, thrust after thrust, and I can tell she’s barely holding on by how her body sloshes in the ocean. I pump, using my abdominal muscles like a merman against the sea’s powerful current, pounding my cock deep into her throbbing.

“Archer! Oh—!” Her eyes flash open like she’s seeing God, her mouth gasping and crying out as her muscles clamp down.

She comes like a mythical creature in the surf, exotic and beautiful. And fuck, if I don’t pound into her harder as I chase her release. We’re pure ocean and power, until I’m grunting myself and pouring into her depths.

I have to hold onto Finn’s shoulder when I’m done, and I swear if he wasn’t here holding onto us, we’d be drowning.

“That was—” I pant into her hair. “That was—”

“Inhuman,” Becca answers in awe, and I can’t help but smile as she pushes my long hair out of my face. “I’ve never come like—” She cups my chin and kisses me softly. “During sex, I mean.”

“That’s not true, you just came up there on the ledge.”

“No, I mean—”

“She means on your cock,” Finn interjects. “On anyone’s cock.”

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