Page 160 of Where Broken Wings Fly

He plants his feet, ready to surge inside of her. The pleasured moan Willow releases as Killian pushes into her pussy is like a siren’s call. I watch them, a hand wrapped around myself. She’s bent over and gasping with each rough thrust.

I never thought I’d be into sharing a woman. I’ve slept with my fair share of them, but this is so much more than the meaningless one-night stands that have defined my sex life. I never wanted to be committed or cared about making someone happy then.

Willow’s different.

She’s it for me.

The beginning and the end. I live and die with every breath swirling in her lungs. My life starts right here with her and the gift she’s given us. I’ll sacrifice everything to protect the family we’ve forged against all odds.

“Kill,” she gasps.

“You’re so tight, baby. I can feel your walls clenched around my cock.”

When her eyes dare to dip, I reach out to grip her chin. Her head is forced back up, and her gaze returns to my face. Willow cries out when I grab her bouncing tit next and squeeze in punishment.

“Eyes up.”

“I’m sorry, Zach.”

“Do it again and Killian won’t let you come. Isn’t that right, cuz?”

“Damn fucking straight,” he rasps.

She’s enjoying being watched, I can tell. It’s a thrill, knowing I’m standing here while my cousin fucks her tight pussy. The risk of getting caught makes this even hotter, and I’m struggling not to bring myself to the edge.

Gripping her hips, Killian begins to move quicker, his teeth gritted from exertion. Fast and frenzied, he doesn’t draw their collision out for the sake of it. This is about survival more than tender love making.

We’re dragging Willow out of her own personal darkness, kicking and screaming the whole time. She isn’t allowed to give up. We’re the only ones permitted to bruise and break her heart before putting it back together again.

“Come for me,” he orders. “Show Zach how much you love my cock inside you.”

Her knees almost crumple as she succumbs to her orgasm. Stroking deep into her, Killian’s grip on her hips must be bruising. He’s fucking her with an almost animal-like sense of possession, ensuring the entire world can see and hear that she belongs to him.

“Fuck!” he shouts through his release.

I move aside, letting the pair slump against the truck, both gasping for air as they finish together in unison. I’m still stroking my erection, desperate to slide into the warm prison of Willow’s cunt. It’s killing me to stand here.

“Can you hear that?” she exclaims.

At that exact second, there’s a crunch of tires on gravel, bisecting the narrow road that winds into our hiding spot amongst the trees. We have incoming. Time to go.

“Someone’s coming,” I shout.

“Ah, hell,” Killian hisses.

Pulling out of her, he quickly discards the condom and yanks his clothing back into place. Willow’s dress is shoved back down to cover her nakedness and Killian throws open the passenger door for her to climb inside.

I climb into the back before I’m caught with my literal dick in my hand. It wouldn’t be the first time, but I’d like to avoid a complete stranger seeing my bare ass. Killian jumps in the front seat to gun the engine.

We peel back onto the road in record time. Killian is breathing hard as he fastens his belt with one hand, the other holding the steering wheel tight. We pass the other car on the way out, but keep our gazes averted.

“That was close,” Killian breathes. “Jesus Christ.”

Willow grabs my arm. “Zach.”

“Yeah?”

Her eyes are pleading. “I still need you. Please.”

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