Page 136 of Where Broken Wings Fly

“I want to feel how tight this asshole is too,” he muses.

He eases one finger inside of me, and an agonised gasp slips out of my mouth. It’s a burning intrusion at first, but as he begins to finger-fuck my rear, I adjust to the strange sensation. It begins to feel good—really fucking good.

“Such a dirty girl,” Zach groans. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I moan.

His cock begins to pound into me again, working in perfect timing with his finger sliding into my ass. When he’s stretched me wide enough, he pushes a second finger in, making me cry out so loud, I’m thankful we’re alone on a mountaintop.

“Louder, babe. I want to hear how much you love it when I worship this beautiful body of yours.”

“Fuck, Zach! More.”

He keeps going, fucking me with his fingers and dick, until the coiled band of tension inside my core snaps in a spectacular fashion. I shout his name again, relinquishing control of my own body and handing it to him on a gold platter.

When Zach abruptly pulls out of both holes, I mourn the sudden loss, feeling my orgasm begin to ebb away. He turns me around and shoves my back into the wall with a low growl, yanking my legs up to wrap around his waist.

“I want to watch you fall apart for me, babe.”

In this new position, he surges back inside me, and my release comes roaring back to the forefront, even stronger than before. I drag my nails down his broad biceps, drawing blood that smears across his tanned skin.

“Now, Willow,” he growls.

I feel like I’m going to fracture into a million irreparable pieces. If I wasn’t so wildly turned on, it would hurt to take his length with such careless ferocity. The smog of my climax taking over consumes everything.

Zach watches me shatter, stealing every drop of pleasure he can take. Each pump of his dick inside my slit drags out the waves of bliss, until I can hardly lift my head. His hands gripping my ass are the only thing keeping me upright.

“I want you to make yourself come again.” He walks backwards, taking me with him as he sinks to the plastic-covered floor. “You’re going to fuck me now.”

With Zach seated on the floor and his legs spread out, I shift to position myself on his lap. My legs band back around his waist, and I grab a handful of his erection, lining it up with my soaked entrance.

Sinking down on him, it’s intoxicating to watch his head throw back and pupils blow wide with satisfaction. I did that. Me. There’s a strong, powerful man beneath me, but right now, he only lives to service my every whim.

Lifting myself from his lap, I push back down, filling myself with his dick. It takes a few attempts to get the angle right as my legs tremble, weak from one mind-blowing orgasm. His hands move to my hips to help lift and guide me.

Zach begins to rut upwards, driving into me each time I slam down on his cock. Every rough thrust pours pain and pleasure into the vacant spaces of my soul.

“Come on, beautiful,” he murmurs. “Spread those sweet juices all over my cock.”

A second orgasm is on the cusp of invading my senses. When his hand circles my neck, gently squeezing to test the waters, I feel the approaching peak appear on the horizon. If it was anyone else, I’d be triggered by them clamping my throat.

“More,” I wheeze out.

His fingers tighten, nails digging into my skin. “You like that?”

“Y-Yes.”

Our bodies smack together, working in perfect harmony. I feel like I’ve been dipped in fuel and set alight. Zach chokes me harder, on the verge of cutting off my oxygen. I should be screaming in fear, but the hint of violence heightens my pleasure.

He’s guiding me to the edge of an endless abyss, standing ready to make that final, murderous push that will send me plummeting to my death. I’d happily die here in this room, filled with every inch of him.

“You will come back to us.” Zach slams the words home with a harsh pump. “No more hiding. Your ours, Willow. Fucking ours. You have nothing to hide from any of us. Say it”

“Yours,” I gasp.

Another blistering orgasm rushes over me. I let out a strangled moan as he manages a final stroke upwards into my pussy. Zach releases my throat and buries his face in my breasts, bellowing through his own climax.

We come together in unison, both succumbing. Zach jerks beneath me, pouring himself into the condom. Part of me longs to tear that scrap of plastic and feel his seed filling me up. I want to be claimed by him—body and soul.

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