Page 125 of Where Broken Wings Fly

The three of us are connected in this messy tangle—a reciprocal loop, feeding into one another’s desires. Our bodies are in tune, all running to the silent beat of the same song. We’re chasing the same climax.

At the last second, I grab Willow’s chin, making her halt mid-suck. She surrenders my dick, and her face is in the exact right position without her even realising it.

“I’m gonna finish, angel.”

“Okay,” she gasps. “Me too.”

I bellow a grunt, watching as strands of white come splash her face and cheeks. It pours out of me with more intensity than I’ve ever experienced from my own hand. Drop after drop, I milk myself dry for her.

Just the sight of her skin dripping in strands of my seed is enough to drag out my climax until I have nothing left to give. Watching me fall apart, her mouth forms an ‘O’ as Zach drags another orgasm from her at the same time.

He spanks her ass, fingers still buried inside her. “Again. One more time.”

“Fuck, Zach!” she moans.

“That’s it. Let go.”

Gripping her chin as the come soaks into her face, I force her to look at me and let me watch every last second of her finishing all over his fingers. She isn’t allowed to look away from me.

Her pupils dilate, blown wide with wave after wave of gratification. We’re locked in a stare-off, even as someone else makes her come. The pleasure is still all mine. Watching her surrender is the best fucking sight I’ve ever seen.

Unable to hold herself up any longer, I grab her before she slumps and gently ease her to the floor. Zach’s pulled his fingers from her cunt and rests on his haunches, licking his lips like the cat that got the damn cream.

I smooth a hand over Willow’s hair. “You okay?”

“More than okay,” she murmurs back. “I think I lost count though.”

“Three times,” Zach supplies happily. “I’m calling that a job well done.”

I fight the urge to throw a cushion at his head. “Shut up.”

Shrugging, he wipes his mouth off on the back of his hand. “Hope you learned a thing or two. Our girl deserves this treatment on a daily basis.”

“Daily?” Willow wheezes.

Ignoring my twin’s chuckling, I reach for her discarded t-shirt to clean the mess from her face. Zach’s voice halts me.

“No, brother. Leave it.”

I furrow my brows in question.

“I want to see your dirty little angel covered in come while I have my turn.”

Huh. I don’t know why that sounds so hot, but the idea of my mark of possession remaining on her while he fucks her mouth too actually turns me on all over again.

Seizing hold of her waist, he flips Willow onto her back. She squeals in surprise, still appearing dazed. I tug my jeans back up and let her head rest in my lap, her glazed-over eyes staring up at me.

“I want you to hold her wrists while I ride her mouth.” Zach looks down at Willow for confirmation. “Is that okay, babe? You can tell me to stop at any time and I will.”

Rather than answer, she raises her arms, offering her wrists to me. Zach grins at her, unfastening his own tented jeans to free his dick. He yanks her down so that her arms are pulled high above her head, and I move to grip her wrists tight.

“I’ve spent the past few months dreaming about the moment I’ll get to fuck you,” Zach growls as he straddles her chest. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

“Then don’t.”

“This is a lesson for my twin’s benefit.” He casts me an amused look. “We don’t want to overwhelm him on his first day.”

I flip him the bird. “Fuck you, Zachariah.”

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