Mas slips out, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. For his part, he moves to the side and sucks my nipple. The used condom filled with his semen dangles from his cock. It’s certainly not sexy, but with all his focus on me, I get it.
“Are you fucking serious? No take backs!” he yells, shoving a crutch into the wall and throwing open a drawer in search of something. “Mas, where the hell are the condoms? MAS, HELP ME! Before she changes her mind.”
I grab his arm, still coming down from the high of my powerful orgasm.
“I’m not changing my mind. I want you, Emilio.”
He stops and stares at me. Almost confused. His brother has his hands all over me. Stroking from the base of my throat, over my breasts, and down to my clit. Complete awe on his face.
Maybe I should regret this. Maybe I shouldn’t have both brothers back-to-back. Maybe I should do a lot of things in life. But I gave myself this weekend. Allowing myself to indulge. To lose myself in this experience that I might not ever get again. Both care about me in their own way.
Massimo is very sweet and protective, especially over his brother. Emilio is wild and free, but sweet and protective of my dog. Both accepting me as I am without wanting to change anything about me. I’m not too loud. Not too bossy. I don’t need to lose weight or trim down my curves. They both like them. Emilio is much more vocal about it than his brother.
“Go ahead,” I encourage, moving my hand from his arm to his utterly ridiculous pink bathing suit.
“Got you begging now.” He smirks, tugging the side of the thin bits of fabric.
“Tearaway speedo, of course.” Massimo snorts in amusement without interrupting the swirling fingertips on my clit. Making me hot, flush, and needy.
“Always, bro. Be prepared, or whatever that shit is they taught us in Boy Scouts.” He grips the base of his cock, coming closer to me when Massimo stops him.
“We were never Boy Scouts, you idiot.” An annoyed exhalation ripples out of him. “Now wrap your micro dick up, or you don’t get in her.”
He gives his brother the middle finger. Then goes back to rummaging through the drawers.
“I don’t have a micro dick. Diego does,” he grumbles before doing a little dance, slapping his cock side to side on his thighs while holding up a condom. A crooked smile flashes on his face. The tip of his tongue sticks out when he opens the package and tries to put it on. “My chubby is at least eight inches.”
I grind against Massimo’s fingers, craving more.
“I’ll decide if it’s eight or not,” I taunt him, knowing it will get his focus back on me. Those tan eyes meet mine in a flash. I grab the counter when he drags me closer. My butt dips over the edge, almost sliding directly onto him.
“Ay, Nene, that angle is so so good.”
His cast hits the cabinet as he tries to get closer. The bulk is an issue, but he doesn’t care. He’s slamming into me. Hard and fast. It steals my breath from my lungs when he grips the back of my knees and shoves them into my chest.
“Oh fuck, Mas, this is amazing. You fucking bastard, getting her first. Damn, selfish if you ask me. I’m the one hurt.”
He doesn’t fuck like he’s hurt. That’s for sure. His head shakes side to side. My body is rolled into a ball. He bends me in half with his weight heavily on me. The tension threatens to snap my hip flexors if it weren’t for him hitting the perfect spot.
My breath comes out in harsh pants in sync with his. His brother’s fingers are brutal in their assault on my clit. Too sensitive and not enough all at the same time. Where Massimo is a lover, Emilio is a fucker. The mix is intoxicating. Sometimes a girl could just use a good railing, and with him, I’m getting it. He doesn’t even seem to care about the rolls of flesh tucked under my boobs, smashed under my knees. It’s liberating to be this free and desired.
“You fuck like you’re a hurt rabid dog. Ease up on her.”
He pushes against his twin’s chest, getting him to drop it back from a thousand to nine hundred. It teases the orgasm climbing in my core.
“She loves it. Right, Sof. Say I’m better than Massi. Tell him you like how I fuck you better.”
The competition with his brother is next level. But I don’t want to say that. I want both ways. I want sweet and caring and down and dirty.
Sweat pops up from my every pore. My hands squeak against the counter, and if it weren’t for leverage, I’d probably fall off completely. Gravity is dragging my butt closer to the floor, practically impaling me on his cock.
“I don’t know, Emilio. I’m not certain this is eight inches,” I bait him, needing him to finish me off.
Massimo laughs, his fingers finally take a break from my sensitive clit. Resting lightly and suddenly isn’t enough.
“Fuck eight, I’ll show you ten.”
He backs up his words by ramming into me. I moan loudly as my pussy clenches. The rings of pleasure are building at a feverish pace. The two of us work opposite each other. Massimo dips his head to mine, capturing my lips.
