Her pussy tightens around my shaft and her body tenses.
“Are you going to come again, bella?”I reach around to rub her clit.
“Yes, Sir.If I’m allowed, Sirs?”
My own pleasure surges.I’m tempted to deny her, to see if such a thing would arouse her further.Another time.
“It’s fine with me,” Seth says, “as long as it’s okay with Mr.Romano.”
I rub her clit faster, keeping the gentle, quick touch she prefers.“Come for us, bella.”
Her pleasure-soaked cry fills the room as her cunt clamps down on my cock.I pump my hips, prolonging her orgasm until she falls forward, bracing her hands on my knees.
She has barely finished with her orgasm before Seth takes her arm.“On your knees for us, Miss M.”
He helps her to the floor.I toss my condom in the trash and stand next to him as he takes out his cock, too.We jack ourselves off while Madison kneels obediently before us, watching.
“Hold out your tits, bella.”My voice is rough with arousal.
She lifts up her breasts, presenting them to us.
“Fuck.”Seth slides his hand back and forth.
I do the same, until my orgasm peaks.
We come on her tits and face, great, creamy spurts that coat her skin.
“You’re ours,” I say, tucking a lock of hair behind her now-ruined mask.
Seth shoots me a look.He doesn’t like the claim of “ours.”But it is the fucking truth, whether he likes it or not.
Seth puts away his cock, does up his pants, and grabs some wet wipes from the set of drawers near the door.He brings them over and together, we clean up the mess we made on our girl.
Once we’re through, Seth picks his mask off the floor and puts it back on his face.“Goodbye, Miss M.”
I know better than to ask him to stay.As he leaves, he pushes the button on the doorknob so the door will lock after him.
I hold Madison in my arms.My sweet bella.
“Did you know he would come in here?”Madison asks.“What if it had been someone else who walked in?”
“Anyone else, I would have sent right out again.”I kiss her nose.“Seth is the only one I would allow.”
“So we’re exclusive, right?”Madison peers up at me through her mask.
I ease the mask off her face, desiring to look at her, really look at her, for this conversation.“Yes, bella.We’re exclusive.”
“Then how does Seth fit into this dynamic?”
“The three of us are exclusive.No one else.”
A line of unease forms on her forehead.“I think maybe I don’t understand.You say you don’t want to share me, but you share me with him.”
“I don’t consider that sharing.”I pause, trying to find the best words.“As far as I’m concerned, you belong to him, too.”
“We’ve gone over this, Damiano.”She sits up, no longer snuggling against my chest.“He doesn’t want me.”
“He doesn’t know what he wants or doesn’t want.”
