Page 159 of Where Broken Wings Fly

“Shhh.” I peck her plump lips. “He will never hurt you again.”

Killian runs his hands down her body to grip her hips. She tugs at my t-shirt, kissing me so hard, it feels like she’s bruising her love into my skin. We’re connected in a breathless tangle, our bodies entwined and writhing.

“We’re next to a main road,” she gasps.

Killian’s teeth tug on her earlobe. “No one can see us.”

“What if someone comes?”

“You’ll be the only one coming,” I grunt back.

Gaze burning with defiant fire, Willow grabs my belt and undoes it, sliding her hand into my jeans to palm my erection. I buck against her, desperate to feel her heat hugging my cock.

At the same time, Killian’s hands sneak underneath the hem of her cute blue sundress. He crouches down to peel the panties down her thighs, tucking them into his jeans pocket for safekeeping.

His hand moves under her dress, circling around her front. She moans, still facing me with her hand wrapped around my length. I can see his hand dipping between her legs.

“Is she wet?” I ask him.

Killian nods. “Fucking soaked.”

“She always is.” I snicker. “We barely have to touch you, do we?”

Willow bites down on her lip. “I… can’t help it.”

Pushing my jeans and boxers down to my ankles, she bends over, pushing her naked ass against Killian’s crotch. I almost swallow my tongue when her mouth bobs on the head of my cock. The open air around us intensifies the sweet torture.

We’re in the middle of nowhere, but the road behind the trees hiding our tryst still roars with traffic. At any moment, someone could appear, but it doesn’t stop Willow from taking me deep into her throat.

I’m trapped between the truck and her enthusiastic sucking, one hand moving beneath my cock to take a handful of my balls. When she gently squeezes, I almost blow my load. Her confidence is so hot right now.

“Goddammit, Willow.”

Licking a bead of moisture from the tip of my dick, she takes it back into her mouth. I grab a handful of her loose curls, pushing into her mouth as her lips tighten around my shaft. She feels fucking heavenly.

Behind her, Killian lifts her dress up to her waist, exposing the bareness of her cunt to the summer air. Willow groans around my shaft as he slips a hand between her legs again. I can see him pushing a finger deep into her glistening cunt from here.

“You want me to fuck you while my cousin watches, angel?”

Willow hums around a mouthful of my cock. He pushes a second finger into her slit, rubbing the heel of his palm against her clit. She pushes back into him, causing her teeth to lightly graze my shaft.

I tighten my grip on her hair. “Fuck, babe.”

Killian works her into a frenzy, forcing her to ride his hand while she tortures me with her tongue and teeth. He stops right before she can finish, and a low growl of annoyance emanates from her throat.

“You got a rubber?” he asks me.

“There are some in my wallet.”

Avoiding Willow’s bobbing head, he reaches into the pocket of my lowered jeans to grab my wallet. Killian straightens, unbuckling his belt to free his own dick. He rolls the condom over his length while Willow stares up at me with excited eyes.

Seeing her looking at me like that—her mouth full of my dick while her inner-thighs shine with juices—is indescribable. It’s her trust in us that’s the biggest turn on. Her willingness to be vulnerable and offer a part of herself that others have abused.

Releasing her mouth from my cock, she lets Killian drag her ass up high with a tight grip on her hips, so she’s folded in the perfect doggy position. Her dress is so bunched up, I can see her perfect tits begging to spill from the neckline.

“Eyes on Zach, baby,” he instructs. “Don’t you dare look away.”

I lean back against the truck, fisting my dick. “I’ll make sure she doesn’t.”

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