Page 161 of Where Broken Wings Fly

“Right now?”

“Yes, now,” she snaps impatiently.

Willow shimmies through the gap in the seats and throws herself into the back of the truck, landing next to me. Her dress is riding high on her thighs, flashing a glimpse of her bare pussy. It’s all I need to get on board.

“Come here, beautiful.”

I pull her into my lap, a bare leg on either side of my waist. It takes all of my self-control to halt and grab another condom. All I can think about is pushing inside her slit. It’s like a red haze of need has descended over me.

Behind the wheel, Killian’s watching us while attempting to suppress laughter. Willow balances her hands on my shoulders, her teeth grazing along my jawline as she impatiently waits for me to rubber up.

“I want to ride your cock,” she murmurs in my ear.

“Take it. I’m all yours.”

Tugging my length back out of my boxers, I fist the base, holding myself ready for her. She sinks down on my length and throws her head back, lips parted on a sigh. Her pussy is already so wet from her first orgasm.

“Dammit, Willow.” I cup the swell of her breast through her dress, rubbing a thumb over her protruding nipple. “We should not be doing this in a moving car.”

“Shut up, Zach. I’m in charge here.”

Working herself up and down on my lap, her eyes are almost shut. I’m happy to let her take control and explore what makes her feel good. It’s so damn good to see her finding her own pleasure.

“That’s it, babe.”

“No talking, Zachariah.”

She follows up her order with a passionate kiss that silences my talking. Her teeth nip at my lips, angry and demanding. All I can do is hold on tight to her waist and let her tits bounce in my face while she rides me.

Moving my hands to her ass, I knead the rounded cheeks, encouraging her thrusts to lengthen. She takes my full length inside with each movement, pushing it deep into her pussy and moaning in gratification.

Killian drives as slow as he can, keeping the bumpy ride back into the mountains to a minimum. The closer we get to home, the more frenetic Willow becomes. She moves faster, harder, driving herself to the edge with sheer will alone.

“Are you close?” she whispers.

“Yeah. You feel so good, babe.”

Her grin is infectious. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

“Get laid in a car?”

“Maybe,” she admits.

Cupping her cheek, I stroke my thumb over her lips. “What else do you want to do? I’d very much like to fulfil all of your dirtiest fantasies.”

“I want to play with you and Micah together.”

She captures my wrist and moves my hand to her neck, encouraging me to choke her. I’m not one to deny a woman. I clasp her throat, digging my nails in and savouring the stuttering of her breath.

“That could be arranged,” I purr.

“I want you both inside me at the same time.”

“Such a filthy little whore, aren’t you? So desperate to fuck two twins.”

Pupils blown wide, she doesn’t even look remorseful. It isn’t the first time a woman’s requested this—we used to get very similar propositions when we were younger, drinking in Highbridge, before Zach retreated into himself.

It never happened.

---