I could suck their cocks for days and be fully fed, so that when they pick me up and carry me to the bed, I fight them to get their cocks in my mouth again, throwing a real tantrum. They pin me down and make me forget my name as they eat from me with three times the ferocity I did with them.
My body hums; my pussy begs for reprieve and release at the same time. I’m soaking the bedcovers underneath me with all my cum, and I don’t know how to stop.
But still, I want more. I want them. And they don’t make me wait.
Enzo pins me down, nestling between my thighs. He kisses me deeply.
“Tutto questo è nostro. All of this is ours,” he says as he guides his cock to my pussy, parts my folds, and slips inside. “Naked and unhindered by protection. Because you are ours, Starling. Ours,” he says before he pushes in deeper.
Tears spring to my eyes and roll down the sides of my face. Enzo, along with Dario and Marco, is so big they have the ability to rip me in half, and Enzo does as he drives his cock into me. The pain is pure and unbridled, the stretching of my flesh mind-blowing,but it’s also the sexiest thing I think I will ever experience, and immediately I’m slammed with the truth: There are only three men I would take inside my body—Enzo, Marco, and Dario. No one else for as long as I live.
I cling to him with desperation as he molds my body to fit his, and just when I’m accustomed enough, he flips me over until I’m straddling him and looks into my eyes.
“Ours. That means every part of you belongs to us. We’re going to take you at the same time, Starling. All three of our cocks inside you. All—”
I don’t give him a chance to finish before I’m begging for exactly that. This is what I want—all three of them.
Behind me, Dario and Marco remove the Santa butt plug, replenish me with more lube, and then take turns thrusting inside me.
I may have stepped into some subspace sphere where pain and pleasure live alongside each other. The more Dario and Marco press inside me, the harder Enzo fucks my pussy, still sore and tender from having my virginity taken.
But nothing, absolutely nothing in the world, would make me want to stop. Every sensation is sublime, indescribable erotic exquisiteness. I savor each one and hurry headlong into the next.
The concept of time disappears. I just know they’ve played with my body for so long and so thoroughly that I can now take both Marco and Enzo, and then Dario and Enzo, inside my two holes.
But the best is yet to come.
I brace myself as both Marco and Dario place the heads of their cocks against my stretched bottom opening.
I quiver in Enzo’s arms as they both slide along, vying for space in the tight confines of my body.
Enzo rubs my clit while he kisses me, distracting me so Marco and Dario can change the shape of my body forever. I want this. So badly.
I push aside all my fears and welcome them inside me. I grind my teeth as I’m overwhelmingly possessed in every sense of the word.
My body cries out in triumph as I take all three of them deeply inside me. But now I’m clutching them against me, afraid to move.
But my fears are kissed away. And as they slowly and gently ebb and flow inside me, they create a fiend out of me. I want them to fuck me. I want to feel their cocks when they come, and I want to come with their cocks inside me.
I beg and plead, and they don’t disappoint me. They crush my body to theirs, owning me now that they’ve taken both my virginities. I feel them grow heavier, harder, as they start to pulse. I time my own orgasm with theirs, and the instant we all come, it’s like a Christmas miracle overdrive.
They don’t let me go immediately and instead slip and slide into my wet body until I come again and again.
Chapter Eleven
Starling
“Starling, for goodness' sake,” my mom says, after charging into my room on her kitten heel shoes, setting down a mug of coffee, and heading straight for the curtains.
“It’s five o’clock in the afternoon,” she grumbles as a flood of light shoots me in the eye. Ugh.
Five o’clock. Well, I’m sorry for oversleeping, but who wouldn’t after a night like mine? I snuck back home sometime in the morning, after waking up to an empty bed in a penthouse owned by three of the most gorgeous men to walk this planet.
“It’s your engagement party today, and it’s Christmas. What kind of energy is this?” My mom continues to scold me as she walks into my closet, pulls out my engagement dress, and lays it on a chair.
“Seriously, you missed breakfast and lunch and tea, and now it’s dinner time and your party. You have one hour to make yourself presentable.” My mom stands at my bed, brushes my hair out of my face, and instantly her expression softens.
“You’re going to be happy,” she says, and I’m sure she’s reassuring herself more than me. She gives me a tight hug and showers me with Mom kisses. “Now get ready.”
