Page 38 of Wild Flower

Becca’s eyes flick down to me with exhausted desire. She’s so overwrought, my suggestion sounds like pure devilry—but it’s a devilry she wants.

“I—I—” she pants, her tattooed body glistening with perspiration. “I need to swim first,” she says, finally catching her breath. “I need to cool off.” She untangles herself from me, kicking her heels off. “But yes, I want—”

She looks at us with a milky glaze clouding her eyes before glancing to where I’m erect. A smile cracks my lips as she pants with genuine heat.

She’s torn.

She just came like a roaring beast, riding an incredible orgasm, and I’m asking if she wants more. No, not just more, but all of me, thick and hard and pounding into her until she’s screaming.

I won’t be sweet.

I’m going to push her to the very edge of what she’ll give me.

“You promise me this is safe?” Becca asks, pointing to the ocean below.

“Nothing is safe, Wild Flower. Ever.”

“But you’ve jumped off this cliff before?”

“I have.”

“Good.” She steps up to me and motions for me to stand up. Her wild, white hair dancing in the breeze like a goddess commanding me with her presence. I smell her skin as I stand, the scent of salt and palm leaves and sex flooding my senses.

“I can still taste you on my tongue,” I say when I rise to my full height, towering over her and letting my manhood bob against her stomach.

“No more bets,” she says, grabbing my cock and stroking.

Fuck, this woman’s demanding. I shudder at the contact and she smiles like the vixen she is. “Nobody gets to decide whose cock I get, and whose I don’t. Got it?”

I smirk. “AfterI’ve had you, I’m fine with that ultimatum.” She tightens her grip, but it only makes me more hard. “It’s just tonight,” I purr. “And as you saw, Finn likes to watch.” I run a thumb over her breast, dragging it through the glistening streak of Finn’s release and using it to ring her nipple.

She bites back a whimper.

“Do you want me dirty on this ledge?” I ask, thrusting my hips so our thighs smack together and my cock rocks in her fist. Her eyes glitter with lust, and I can tell she’s considering pushing me onto the stone and mounting me right now, if only to put me in my place. “Or do you still need that swim?”

“What I need,” she says with a naughty grin, “is to be caged in between the two of you in that ocean. And frankly, if Finn’s cock makes it inside me before yours does, I’m not going to stop him.”

She gives my cock a long, sinful stroke before letting go and jumping off the cliff.

“Jesus!” I hiss, glancing to Finn who’s just as surprised as I am to see our Wild Flower jump like a lunatic.

Her voice echoes off the rocks, her scream a mix of excitement and fear as her tiny, white body plummets into the dark water below us.

Without thinking, I’m in the air.

The night rushes around my nakedness as I fall from the cliff, leaping into a pit of lust I won’t ever be able to climb back out of. No one has ever had the guts to jump off this cliff before me. It scares everyone shitless. But Becca not only jumped into the dark, she challenged me to fuck her before Finn does, and now all my instincts are on fire.

I crash into the water like a cannonball, ocean and cold swallowing me. Only, the contrast wakes me up, and I’m suddenly more alive and virile than when I had her pussy in my mouth. My arms and legs prickle as the adrenaline pumps through my body. I drive my arms through the water, reaching for the surface and gasping for air just in time to hear the splash of Finn crashing into the surf a few yards away.

The animal in me kicks in.

Hunt.

Find the woman.

Claim.

I hear laughter to my left and I strike, catching Becca’s wrist and dragging her toward me with the ferocity of lightning. To my surprise, she wraps her arms and legs around me, kissing me like I’m the only one in this water. Our mouths are feverish and hot, salt-laden and starved.

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