Free Wild Violet (The Vi Trilogy of The Gilded Flower Series Book 1) by Vivian Winslow

savoring the sensual touch and feel inside and outside of her. An uncontrollable gasp escapes Vi when she crashes down hard. With her body trembling and quivering in pleasure, Vi and Senna share Andrés, one sucking his cock as the other licks his balls. Vi comes down from her orgasm, then kneels on the floor and replaces her fingers with her tongue, excited to taste Senna’s sweetness.
    Suddenly, she feels Andrés behind her. He grips her waist tight and pushes himself into her. Vi pours her bliss into Senna, her tongue invading the woman’s soaking cunt.
    Andrés starts to thrust into her harder, the image of Vi eating out another woman making him lose himself in his desire. Sharing her like this turns him on more than he thought it would. However, a small part of him hates it. Seeing her at the mercy of another, and him, is almost too much. She’s far more precious to him, and he couldn’t recognize it until now.
    He closes his eyes and loses himself in Vi, his cock covered in her juices. Andrés leans over Vi’s back and cups Senna’s breasts, tweaking and squeezing them. No, he can’t dismiss his job, but being with Vi makes him want to forget everything. His thrusts become deeper, his tempo changing as he feels Vi begin to climb again. He doesn’t want her to come yet. Sweat drips from his body and covers Vi’s back as he tries to hold himself back. She can feel it too, and she loves how into it—into her—he is. But she hasn’t forgotten why she’s there either and continues to eat Senna’s pulsing snatch, creating a frenzy inside this woman whose husband was too blind to ever see her for the sexual being she is.
    Senna arches her back off the sofa as her orgasm starts to take hold. Andrés pistons his hips in and out of Vi faster than before. She moans into Senna’s pussy as she nears her second release. She grips Vi’s hair and holds her firmly to her cunt. Vi can taste and feel her throbbing, sensitive clit as Senna finally lets go.
    Andrés grunts and hisses when he feels Vi’s snatch begin to pulsate around him. His pounding become more forceful as he pushes Vi harder than he ever has. He’s punishing her, punishing himself for this. It’s bittersweet for him. Sharing her like this is too much for him. He finally loses himself as his swollen cock explodes into Vi.
    They collapse onto each other, kissing and caressing as they start to come down from their nirvana.

Chapter 29
    “Double vodka, Grey Goose if you have it,” Vi says, removing her coat and perching on a stool at the far corner of the bar. She watches with amusement as a young male couple belts out the final verse of “Suddenly Seymour” from The Little Shop of Horrors.
    “Being with the family too much to handle on Thanksgiving?” The bartender offers a sympathetic smile as he slides the glass toward her.
    Vi smiles back, hoping a little friendliness might get her a drink on the house. “Try Thanksgiving with the dysfunctional social elite.” She downs half her drink and claps as the couple takes a slight bow for their performance.
    “Sounds like Thanksgiving in my home,” he replies, drying glasses.
    “So you opt for a quiet night at work instead?” She says chuckling, eyeing the same couple who are just starting the first notes to “I Know Him so Well,” from the musical Chess.
    He shrugs. “I’ve learned to tune it out. Besides, some of the people that come in here have impressive voices. It is New York after all. There’s no shortage of failed wannabe performers who need their five minutes in the spotlight.”
    “True.” Vi turns back to the couple and listens.
    When she first stumbled upon the tiny karaoke bar on St. Mark’s Place, she was skeptical since she had a preconceived notion that karaoke smacked of people’s desperate need for affirmation and attention. What she found was quite the opposite—they were all quite happy to sing whatever they wanted without a care in the world. The freedom to do as they