Page 52 of Wild Flower

“Oh yes!” Becca begs, ready for him to impale her as I run my thumb over her clit. Her eyes flash hotly between the three of us, already lost in the delirium. “Archer …” she moans. “Finn …”

I thrust my hips against Archer’s backside, causing him to push into her depths.

They both cry out at the wickedness, and I smile, dropping my mouth to Archer’s shoulder and biting him.

“Fuck!” he hisses, his muscles rigid with the heat of that first plunge. “Jesus, fuck!”

Becca’s mouth is open wide in gasping pleasure, and I can’t wait until it’s my cock making her look like that.

“You set the pace, and I’ll match it,” I say to Archer, grabbing Becca’s legs and helping him with her weight. She wraps her arms around both of our necks, pleading lustfully.

“Don’t be sweet,” she begs.

Archer pulls back and she shivers as he unsheathes, only to pound back into her with another thrust. She gasps and sings as he fucks—an aria of sounds echoing from her throat into the room around us. We’re brutal, using the power of my hips and Archer’s, and I’m hard as steel with my dick nestled against his ass. I’m not fucking him, but I can still feel the power of our force.

I’m not going to lie. It’s hot.

His body.

My body.

Her body.

We’re all moving in a blistering rhythm, the glass shuddering behind Becca with each pound.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she wails. “I’m going to come so hard, oh my God!”

I grip her hips and his, their skin slick and sweaty with our exertion. I drive the pace to a fever pitch, hooking my hands under her legs.

“Finn!” Becca cries out. “Look at me! Please, look at me while I come.”

Our eyes lock and her mouth gapes open. Tremors ripple through her thighs, her orgasm pounding so intensely I can feel it in my hands.

Archer and I continue to pound, and she’s coming so hard her eyes are molten black, her muscles convulsing on the thighs I grip. Fuck, I want to photograph this.

Her in pure bliss.

Her beyond bliss. Her mouth open, her legs wide, as she transcends to another plane of existence. She yells my name even though it’s Archer who pounds inside her.

He comes, too, his ass clenching against my cock as he grunts and pumps into her. If my hand was around my own dick instead of holding Becca’s weight, I’d be coming too. Instead, I hold them up as they shatter into each other.

And I don’t know how to explain it … other than it’s beautiful.

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BECCA

Astar just exploded between my legs.

Pleasure radiating out to all ends.

Release orbiting my heart.

My breath is a torrent as Archer disengages and takes me down from the window where there’s an imprint of my body against the glass, evidence of how he obliterated me and took me to a new plane of existence. I wrap my hand in the gold chain at Archer’s neck, our bodies wet and hot from panting.

“I haven’t forgotten this promise,” I say, pressing the metal into his tacky skin. “You owe me a story. But first …”

I wobble past him, light as a feather on the wind, my heart still hammering as I come down from my high and walk toward Finn. I feel so alive it makes me bold, wrapping my arms around Finn and kissing him. His warm, large body, thick and mesmerizing.

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