Enzo stalks toward me. He’s such a delicious apex predator that I lose my breath and my head. He scoops me up, kissing me as he cradles me in his arms, then carries me to the bedroom.
Dario and Marco are already there by the time he sets me down on my feet. They strip my clothes, tearing the delicate fabric off me without care.
They kiss, bite, and sample my skin, my breasts, my nipples, and my mons, leaving wetness behind where they sucked until red.
They remove the toy and slip their fingers into me, sucking my juices off and going back for more. I’m so far gone, so without modesty anymore, that I squeeze my thighs shut and trap their hands between them, rubbing my clit against them. I’m so shameless; I’m not myself.
They growl, and kneeling around me, they bite the flesh of my thighs, while behind me, Dario parts my butt cheeks and runs his finger over my most forbidden hole. I shriek and shiver at the same time and press harder against their hands.
They’ve removed their jackets and unfastened their bow ties, but they’re still fully dressed while I’m completely naked and wet.
They set me down on my hands and knees on a bench, slapping my ass as they do so, hard enough that I cry out and my clit vibrates.
Marco maneuvers himself between my thighs, then lowers me until I’m sitting on his face, my pussy in his mouth. The instant he starts to suck, Enzo and Dario, having commandeered the lubricant I brought in my stocking, proceed to lube my bottom hole.
While Enzo parts my cheeks, Dario pours the lube into me, and Marco sucks on my clit with such maddening pressure that fear spills into my veins that I might embarrass myself right there on his face.
No. I can’t. That’s not right. I would never live that down. But just as Enzo and Dario gently massage the lube into my tight hole, stretching me with such care that I don’t even feel it, their fingers inch into me until I do. Holy Santa dick on a stick.
I try to crawl away. Three fingers are way too much, but Marco hasn’t let go of my clit, and now his teeth sink into me while he curls a finger inside me. Not deep, but enough to make me aware of something foreign inside my otherwise virgin pussy.
“She’s so tight, she’s going to kill our cocks,” Marco says against my labia. The vibration of his voice sends shivers down my spine, all the way down to my butthole, where Enzo and Dario are strategically stretching me.
Marco increases the rhythm of his sucks. He’s faster, harder, and more ruthless—pulling, then pushing his tongue into me while he reaches behind me and inserts his finger into my ass.
I cry out in shock. There’s not enough room for them, but I’m trapped, anchored to them, at their mercy. My body gives in first, and as they slip and slide out of me, their fingers and Marco’s tongue, an earth-shattering climax tumbles out of me with the ferocity of a runaway train.
My mind swirls, the room spins, and yet I’m floating on clouds, but not for long. As soon as they release their fingers from my bottom hole, Enzo slips the head of a Santa Claus butt plug into me.
Oh my god.
Why did I pick such a big one? What is wrong with me? I’m flailing and wailing. Tears drip down my face. The burning sensation is so magnificent; it incites a war in my nerves, and suddenly I’m coming again right into Marco’s mouth.
“Fuck, she’s so damn gorgeous. Her body is so fucking responsive.”
Chapter Ten
Starling
They don’t give me a minute to recover before they make me sit on my haunches, my legs spread, the plug still inside me. But seated this way, at least I’m not pressing it further inside me.
They stand in front of me and start to strip off their clothes.
I didn’t know what male beauty was until this moment. Their bodies are sublime, ripped with muscle, no fat—just abs and power and grace and silent lethalness.
My womb quivers. My clit stirs again, fresh from my last orgasm.
I watch in tense silence as they take their ungodly thick and long cocks into their hands and pump. I’m mesmerized, hypnotized.
A new stream of wetness coats my pussy. My breath falters as they come to me, then squeeze their shafts until thick droplets of pre-cum coat my nipples. Dear heavens.
My breasts heat up. My nipples become harder, their pre-cum like a potent essence meant to make me wild.
I moan again, watching the white drop slide down my nipples. My clit expands. I push out, then press down, and the plug moves in my ass, triggering the most unusual orgasm yet.
But it’s not enough. I want to grind against something—their hands, their bodies, their cocks. I want to open my legs so wide and come so hard that I want to see more stars.
But then they lower their heads and suck the pre-cum from my nipples, taking turns to feed it to me. The taste is fire. My pussy growls with need. I purr as I swallow, and just when I think I’m going to attack them, they feed me the source—their cocks—and I suck so hungrily, so deeply, wetly, wildly. My jaw aches for satisfaction that lasts a moment on my tongue before I need more.
