Page 123 of Where Broken Wings Fly

Zach pulls her back against his chest so his hand can skate over her stomach to dip between her legs. Grabbing a handful of the lace, he pulls hard and tears the panties off her, ripping the delicate fabric into pieces.

Willow pushes her legs open to expose the bareness of her pink folds. It gives me the perfect view as Zach discards the ruined panties and wastes no time circling her clit, then pushing a finger deep inside of her.

“God,” she moans.

Zach glances at me. “Watch and learn, brother.”

Lifting her hips for more, Willow encourages his finger to slide back into her slick heat. She groans again, and I watch as Zach thrusts a second finger into her pussy, his thumb circling a spot that has her gasping for air.

“Taste our girl now, Mi.”

“Me?” I repeat.

“Yeah. She’s so wet for us. Tell me how sweet she is.”

Feeling nervous, I rise to my knees and shuffle forwards so I’m sitting between Willow’s legs. She looks so good, spread out and bare, the both of us worshipping her body.

Watching me through hooded lids, she opens her legs wider, beckoning me closer. Zach pulls his fingers out and I crawl closer, bringing my lips down to her glistening mound.

She’s so wet and receptive. Salty sweetness bursts across my tongue as I drag it over her clit. I love the little gasping moans she makes as my teeth graze that sensitive spot.

“Do you like that, angel?” I ask curiously.

“Yes, Mi. I like it a lot.”

I run my index finger through her moisture. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, please.”

Pushing my index finger inside her tight entrance, I marvel at the rush of heat that greets me. She feels like a furnace, dripping wet and writhing in pleasure. Her back arches again, pushing her pert breasts into the air.

“Do you like that?” Zach wraps her inky black hair around his fist and pulls to capture her attention. “My twin eating your pretty little cunt?”

“Yes,” she groans.

“You’re such a dirty girl. Aren’t you, babe?”

Her moans grow louder as I push two fingers deep inside of her, working them in and out just as I watched Zach do. The effect is spectacular. She scrunches her eyes shut, whispering my name in a fevered prayer.

Each stroke of my fingers makes her pussy clench tighter, dragging her closer to an inevitable release. Knowing that I’m causing her to moan and plead for more feels better than I ever imagined.

I want to make her feel good. Seeing her like this—vulnerable and drowning in pleasure—gives me a thrill. I’ve never felt any desire to connect with another human being before, but I’d do anything to make Willow sing my name again.

“I’m going to come,” she whimpers.

I press a kiss against her pubic bone. “Show me, angel.”

Pushing my fingers in and out of her at a faster pace to drive her right to the edge, I feel her legs tensing around my head. When she cries out, warmth spreads over my hand. Her entire body is quaking all over.

“Perfect,” Zach encourages. “Fall apart for my twin.”

Easing my fingers out, I maintain eye contact with her and bring them to my lips for a taste. Willow pants for air, still coming down from her high and watching me with rapt attention as I sample the tang of her release.

A caveman-like part of me is pleased to see her spent and satisfied. I brought her to that fragile place and made her cry out in ecstasy. She came on my hand, despite my brother’s eyes eagerly watching each development.

“Well, wasn’t that a hell of a view.” Zach plants a kiss on top of her head. “I have an idea. On your hands and knees, babe. Show me that tight ass of yours.”

“Now?” she whispers.

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