Page 43 of Moonflower
“Mmm. Ez, don’t you love how quickly she went from struggling against us to begging for us? Not much of a fighter, is she?”
Ezra chuckles. “No, no she’s not.”
Cora pushes against me, taking my cock an inch or two. I grab her hips and push her forward, making her whine.
“Pathetic,” I chide.
She sniffles. But then she groans when I slide into her all the way to the hilt. Shit, she feels good. But I want her to struggle more. And I know she wants it, too.
I pull out. “Get over the tombstone.” I point to the one Ezra threw her bra onto. It’s flat, flush with the grass, so it won’t be too uncomfortable.
“Wh-what?” Cora gets onto her hands and her knees, but she doesn’t move.
“We’re going to fuck you over the tombstone. Crawl.”
“But that’s—”
“Disrespectful as hell? Yeah, it is. Now get moving.” I slap her ass, making her yelp.
But she still doesn’t move.
She glances between me and Ezra, her eyes wide. When she realizes just how serious I am, her face goes slack with fear. Yet she rubs her thighs together, letting out a moan so quiet I almost don’t hear it.
With a huff, I stand. She starts to crawl—away from me and away from the tombstone. It’s a little awkward considering her jeans are still only half-off, keeping her knees together.
“Oh, that’s a bad idea, Moonflower.”
She screams when I grab her legs and yank. She falls to her stomach, trying to grab onto a tombstone to resist me. It’s a pointless move. I’m much stronger than she is.
“No, no, don’t!” she begs.
I drag her toward the tombstone, grinning when she starts kicking. “That’s more like it.”
“No,” she shrieks.
Ezra holds up a hand for me to stop, so I do. “You remember your safe word, Cora?”
After Cora started running from me, I sent Ezra a quick text updating him on what Cora wanted and giving him her safe word.
“Yes,” she says, heaving in short, hard breaths.
He lets his hand drop. “Okay. Just wanted to make sure.”
Since my grip on Cora’s legs went slack, she takes the opportunity to lunge out of my grasp. She only gets a few feet before Ezra blocks her. We scoop her up, carrying her to the tombstone and setting her on the ground roughly.
Cora scrambles to her hands and knees, but Ezra keeps a tight grip on her hair. She freezes, letting out a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a whine. I waste no time getting behind her and guiding my cock to her entrance.
She tries to slide out of my hold, but I keep a firm grip on her hips so I can move her how I want. Then I slam into her, groaning at the feeling of her clenching around my dick.
Cora cries out, grabbing onto Ezra’s cloak with one hand. “Wilder!”
“Someone’s going to hear you, pretty girl.”
“Stop,” she sobs.
“Mmm, I don’t think I will,” I say, and I swear I feel wetness gushing from her at my words. I keep up a punishing pace, relishing in the softness of her thighs in between my own.
After she screams again, Ezra pulls her head up by her hair. “We gave you a chance, Moonflower. You blew it.”
