Page 126 of Where Broken Wings Fly

“I’d rather fuck Willow instead, thanks.”

Kneeling over her breasts to keep the weight off her chest, Zach drags his thumb over her bottom lip, encouraging her to open up. Willow obeys without a thought, her face still sticky with my come.

She doesn’t seem to mind being caught between the two of us, every inch of her body at our shared mercy. I doubt I could do this with anyone but my twin. He’s an extension of myself, and weirdly, this feels right.

“That’s it, babe. Take all of my cock.”

Feeding his length into her mouth, Zach doesn’t hesitate as I did. He buries himself to the hilt between her glistening lips and throws his head back with a groan.

Willow’s hazel eyes are peering up at me beneath her lashes, even with a mouthful of my twin’s dick. I pin her wrists down, keeping her trapped as he begins to pump his hips.

“So perfect,” I praise her.

“Isn’t she just?” Zach hums. “Look at that. So beautiful.”

Tiny beads of moisture escape from her eyes as he roughly fucks her mouth. Still, Willow doesn’t complain. She takes every single thrust. It’s an unbelievable sight—her, trapped by my hands, while Zach ruts into her mouth, over and over.

I don’t even care that he’s the one being pleasured. Watching them is thrilling enough. I can almost feel my twin’s pleasure through the quakes of Willow’s body every time his movements cause her to shift, straining against my hold on her.

Zach moves hard and fast, running at full speed to reach his own peak. He uses Willow’s mouth as thoroughly as he worked her pussy until she fell apart for him. Something tells me I should be taking notes.

“You gonna swallow my come?” Zach growls.

She bats her lashes in agreement.

“Here it comes, pretty girl.”

Pumping into her mouth with a final bellow, Zach’s eyes slam shut. I watch Willow’s face with fascination. Her lips are clamped around his length, but beads of come overflow and slide from the corners of her mouth.

Throat bobbing as she swallows his seed, Willow opens her mouth, releasing his cock. Zach braces himself over her, breathing hard and watching her performance with the same fascination that’s held me in place.

“Did I do a good job?” Willow asks obediently.

Leaning down, Zach kisses her lips, still stained with his come. “You did a perfect job. I think we’ve given Micah a lesson he’ll never forget.”

Both of their gazes slide over to me.

“Ahem.” I clear my throat. “We should… cover up.”

“I quite like this sight.” Zach snickers. “She’s covered in both of us now, brother.”

“It’s a damn good sight if I do say so myself,” another voice adds.

The front door clicks shut as Killian steps inside, still bare-chested and dripping with sweat, his flannel knotted around his waist. His eyes lock on Willow, completely naked and panting in the middle of our sandwich.

“Looks like I missed out on the party,” he mutters.

Zach laughs, climbing off Willow’s chest and offering her a hand up. She stretches to her full height, uncaring of her bare curves and fuzz-covered pussy on full display to us all.

She saunters over to Killian in the kitchen, confident and unashamed with a new sway in her hips that makes me want to pin her to the floor all over again.

“Want to come in the shower with me? I’m very dirty,” she says slyly.

The shock on his face is priceless.

“Hell yeah, I do.”

Taking his hand like the queen she is, Willow leads him back towards the master bedroom, the partition door slamming shut behind them. I look up at Zach, and he shrugs casually, like this is all normal somehow.

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