Page 124 of Where Broken Wings Fly

“Did you think we were done? You’ve been such a good assistant, helping with Micah’s first lesson. I think you deserve at least two more orgasms. What do you think, Mi?”

“At least,” I echo.

Her cheeks flush but she follows his orders, raising from his lap and positioning herself, naked on her hands and knees. Hands braced either side of me, her face is in line with my crotch, leaving her cunt exposed to Zach from behind.

“Now, I want you to take Micah’s cock out,” he instructs. “He’s too shy to do it himself, so you’re gonna have to help him out.”

She grabs hold of my belt and starts to unbuckle it. “Okay.”

My dick is almost pulsating as she pushes my jeans over my hips and wraps her hand around my shaft, pulling it free from my plain black boxers. Breath hisses through my clenched teeth and her tight grip turns into a slow, teasing stroke.

Fucking hell.

I’ve been missing out.

“Good,” Zach hums. “You’re going to let my twin fuck your mouth while I eat you out from behind, gorgeous girl. I want you to come all over my face.”

Willow flushes. “I can do that.”

“Show me then.”

Her perfect pink lips wrap around the head of my cock, and I almost blow my load straight down her throat. When she takes me deep into her mouth, I grab handfuls of her long hair to help guide her bobbing.

“Jesus,” I curse. “That feels incredible.”

She bobs up and down, taking my length even deeper with each rotation of her head. Hollowing her cheeks out, I can already feel my balls tightening with the need to explode. The new, overwhelming sensations are all too much.

Zach rises to kneel behind her raised ass, resting his hands on her hips. “Keep going. You’re not allowed to stop until you make him come.”

Then he lowers his mouth between her legs from behind and digs in like she’s a fucking buffet, causing Willow to squeak around a mouthful of my cock. He’s attacking her drenched pussy with a storm of teeth and tongue.

This is messed up.

Like hell am I stopping it, though.

My grip on Willow’s black hair tightens and I hit against the back of her throat. Each time she pulls me into her mouth, I shudder and pump upwards, needing more of her lips closing around my shaft.

I feel the moment she climaxes again, driven wild by the onslaught of Zach’s mouth between her legs. Willow’s lips tighten into a vice around my cock, and I can just make out her tortured moan.

Zach halts, his lips coated in glistening moisture. “You taste so fucking sweet, babe.”

She can’t answer him, still gripping my thighs as I rut into her mouth. Moving faster, she bobs up and down, steadfast in her determination to tease a release out of me to complete her task.

“Keep going,” my twin instructs. “Finish the job.”

With a low grunt emanating from her throat, Willow takes a handful of my balls and strokes, adding to the sense of pressure. She’s everywhere. Infecting everything. All I can feel is her lips sucking me off, while the scent of her arousal perfuses the air.

I’m enthralled.

Addicted.

Utterly and powerlessly in love.

Still holding her hair in a tight grip, I watch Zach drag two fingers through her folds from behind. He spreads moisture across them and positions his hand at her entrance, pushing the digits deep inside her pussy.

He holds them in such a way, it must feel like she’s being fucked from behind while I ride her mouth. With both of us filling her up, Willow’s entire body is quivering all over. Her tits bounce with each pump of Zach’s fingers.

Every time the pleasure of Zach working her tight hole hits her, Willow inadvertently tightens her mouth around me. I won’t be able to hold on much longer, and I can almost see another orgasm surging through her.

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