Page 164 of Reckless Hearts

Callie’s moansgo straight to my cock—needy, ragged little sounds that vibrate in my chest and settle low in my gut.

She’s stretched out between us, so fucking perfect I could lose my mind.

My cock slides into her again, slow and smooth, glistening. Every time I pull out, I watch her grip down, greedy for more, like her body’s begging me not to stop.

Fucking her with deep, steady thrusts, I slide my fingers down to her entrance, feeling where she stretches around me. Then, carefully, I press the tip where she’s wrapped tightly around my length.

She chokes on a moan, still latched around Colt’s cock, but doesn’t let go.

God, she’s a dream.

Her spine’s hot against my palm as I run it in soothing arcs, waiting for her to settle before adding a second finger.

I want to see how much she can take. I want to push her until she’s crying on both our cocks, until her pretty pussy takes us together.

She’s stretched wide, taking my every thrust, and I damn near come when she rocks back into them.

“Holy fuck.” I have to clench every muscle to keep myself from spilling into her.

With each of our thrusts, her moans turn louder, greedy, needy sounds as she rocks between us.

“You want him buried inside of you, don’t you, Wildflower,” I rasp. She whimpers, pussy clenching around me.

“Colt,” I say, taking my time thrusting in before continuing. “You hear our girl? She wants your cock.”

Colt’s eyes go molten. He lifts her legs around his waist as she clings to him, her face buried in his neck. I slip free when he shifts, but I don’t mind, not with what comes next.

He kisses her in easy, languid motions like he has all the time in the world to devour her. I nuzzle her neck, licking a path up the column and kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear as I anchor her with a firm grip on her waist.

Colt lines himself up, and she gasps, nails biting into his shoulders, and I can see it—all of it. The way her face morphs with pleasure. The way her whole body trembles like she’s seconds from breaking.

We’re just getting started.

Colt thrusts up into her once. Twice. Her breath catches, a soft whimper leaving her lips, her thighs twitching around his waist.

I grip her ass and guide her up, giving him room to pull out. He does it slowly, his cock dragging against her walls.

I press in behind. I drag my cock through her slick folds, nudging against her opening where she’s still quivering and wet from taking him.

She gasps as I enter her, twice, three times, before pulling out. Colt’s already there, cock burying itself into her in onesmooth thrust. She takes us one by one as we take turns fucking her.

Her back arches, and she mutters a strangled “Please—God, please.”

Colt leans his forehead against hers, keeping his length deep inside. “You want both of us, Sunshine?”

She nods, wild and desperate. “Yes. Please. More.”

Her need cuts through me like a blade as I begin to push in alongside Colt.

“Fuck,” I grit out, inching deeper, feeling him right there with me, our lengths rubbing together inside her. She lets out a sobbing moan, caught somewhere between pain and bliss.

Her walls clamp down, greedy and tight.

“So fucking perfect,” I hiss, hips working in slow, measured thrusts until I’m fully seated.

Colt’s eyes are squeezed shut, holding her up like he’s the only thing tethering her to earth.

She’s trembling, gasping, tears streaking her cheeks as she grips his shoulders like she’ll fall apart if she lets go.

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