Page 44 of Moonflower
“W-what?” she whispers.
But he’s already lifting his cloak up to undo his pants. Once he’s freed his cock, he slaps it across her face. “If you can’t shut up, we’ll fucking make you. Open up.”
She hesitates, so I smack her ass. “You won’t like what we’ll do if you don’t listen.”
With another sob, she takes Ezra’s cock into her mouth. He groans while she sucks, working her way up and down his dick. I’m surprised he doesn’t try to take control, but maybe he doesn’t want to overwhelm her too much right now. As Cora takes him down her throat, she moans, and I laugh.
“You like this, don’t you?” I taunt. “You’re gonna get off to us fucking you over some old man’s grave.”
She makes a horrified noise.
“Such a naughty girl.”
She bucks against me before she moves off Ezra’s dick, gasping for air.
“Say it, Moonflower. Say what you are.”
“I—I . . . I can’t,” she pleads.
“I don’t believe you. Do you, Ezra?”
“No. What are you, Cora?”
She lowers her head, crying into the grass. And then, “I’m your naughty Moonflower.”
I smile down at her even though she can’t see. “Damn right you are,” I murmur, stroking the curve of her hip.
The gentle caress makes her relax into me. I let her keep her false sense of safety for another second before I smack her ass so hard I can just barely make out the pink handprint on her skin in the dark. She jerks her body away from me, so I grab onto her again and snap my hips forward.
She cries out again, so Ezra grips her jaw, forcing it open and sliding his dick back into her mouth. This time, he doesn’t stay so still, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag.
“I told you to stay quiet, Cora,” he grits out.
I keep pumping into her while Ezra thrusts into Cora’s mouth. His movements are somewhere between gentle and harsh while he lets her maintain some semblance of control. But he pulls out of her mouth after a minute, letting go of her hair.
“You gonna stay quiet?”
She nods, sniffling and coughing.
“Good girl.” He strokes her hair before tucking his dick in his pants and letting his cloak fall. Then he crawls so he’s by her side, kneeling next to the tombstone. Snaking a hand in between her legs, he groans when he feels how soaked she is.
Cora gasps when I assume Ezra finds her clit. Then she groans grudgingly.
“Are you going to come on my cock, pretty girl?”
“No,” she moans in the most unconvincing way.
I laugh. “You will, mark my words. And then you’re gonna come on Ezra’s. No escaping it.”
“Shiiiiiiit,” she whines.
I keep my thrusts hard and unrelenting. By the time she’s on the edge, the sound of skin slapping against skin is so loud I swear everyone within a mile radius can hear. Not to mention her screams.
“Wild, I’m so close,” Cora pants. “Ezra . . . Ez, fuck.”
Shit. I dig my fingernails into her skin. It’s not hard enough to draw blood, but it’s enough to shove her over the edge.
At first, her whole body tenses. Then she lets out a breathless groan as she comes. And fuck does it feel good, having her fall apart while she’s wrapped around my dick.