Without so much as a glance at Carlo or me, the girl walked to the other side of the bed, gently pulling the man along with her. She lay down, positioning him behind her, exactly how Carlo had positioned me. I turned to Carlo, my confusion written all over my face.
“You looked at another man’s cock when I told you not to,” he said, tone playful, but his gaze firm and unblinking. “You’ll pay for that later.”
“What’s going on, Carlo?”
He slid his hand back between my thighs, picking up right where he’d left off, pulling me back to the edge in seconds. His lips brushed my ear. His voice was low. Tantalizing.
“I want you to see up close what it is you’re asking for. I want to drive that pink pussy of yours completely insane. I want to wipe your mind clean, leave only this moment. Will you let me?”
Then he added, after a pause, “Do you trust me?”
I hesitated. “Are they going to touch me?”
His eyes lit with fury. “Over my dead body.”
Still, doubt lingered. “Is she here willingly?”
“Yes. She’s a professional. I paid her enough to live comfortably for the rest of her life. And she’s not allowed to look at you or make you uncomfortable. Think of them as ghosts.”
I glanced over at her. She was smiling, completely relaxed, even glowing. There wasn’t a single trace of hesitation in her body. Carlo was right.
I still wasn’t sure, but there was no harm in trying. “Okay.”
He took my hand and guided it to his cock, his mouth right next to my ear. “For now, you’re in control of this. Make the most of it.” Then his hands returned to my breasts, kneading gently. His mouth dipped into the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.
Curious, I glanced at the girl. She smiled, seductive and sure. Then reached between her legs, stroking the man’s already rock-hard length. Instinct took over. I mirrored her, wrapping my fingers around Carlo. He groaned into my neck, the sound deep and full of pleasure.
He wasn’t looking at her. Not even a glance. He was all mine. And that only made me want him more. The girl guided the man inside her, moaning softly as she took him in. My own body reacted instantly, walls clenching, heat pulsing. Open. Ready. Hungry.
She began to move her hips, slow and steady circles, letting out little whimpers of pleasure with each roll. Without realizing it, I mirrored her again. Grinding my hips against Carlo’s crown. Matching her rhythm. Her sound.
The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin, the girl’s moans, and the rising tension coiling inside me. Every sound pulled me deeper into the moment, open, willing, ready to take him in.
I watched her. The way her body jolted with each of his thrusts, like she was being lifted off the mattress, only to slam back down into the sheets. Her long black hair stuck to her damp skin. Her mouth parted in a silent cry before a loud moan broke free, wild and raw.
There was no shame in her face, what I saw was hunger. A hunger that only grew with every stroke, every deeper push. She didn’t just take it. Shecravedit. Demanded more of it. And with every thrust he gave her, I imagined it was my body moving like that. My skin breaking into sweat. My mouth gasping. My thighs trembling. My voice rising.
The more I watched, the more I became her. My hips started rocking without me even noticing. My breath came in short, shaky pulls. My pussy throbbed, completely empty, clasping around nothing. Every part of me was burning for him, aching to be filled the way she was.
When she finally cried out, one long, high-pitched moan that echoed off the walls, and the man behind her groaned deep, I lost control. A fire ignited in me so fast I had no power to stop it. I slammed myself down onto Carlo’s cock, hard, burying him inside me in one desperate, breathless move.
My moan exploded out of me as that thick length filled me, stretched me, satisfied what every nerve in my body had been begging for. Now, the room was quiet, except for the sound of heavy breathing from all four of us.
I glanced down, surprised and a little scared. Carlo’s entire length was inside me. The sensation was overwhelming. A burning stretch, an intense fullness, and a sharp, almost unbearable sting. My eyes widened as the reality hit me.
Carlo reached up and cupped my chin, his touch impossibly gentle given the intensity between us. He kissed me deeply, then whispered against my lips, “Shhh. Stay with me. I’m here. With you, inside you.”
I nodded, breathing through it, trusting him completely. The bed shifted. A quiet rustle. The other two had left without a word. I made a mental note to thank them later.
Carlo slightly shifted. My body twitched from the raw sensitivity.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice thick and uneven.
I took a breath, still catching up. “Full. Stretched. And definitely seduced.”
He slowly pulled out, then eased back in, dragging a moan from deep in my chest. “Good. Soon you’ll feel like you’ve been thoroughly fucked.”
I closed my eyes, placing a hand on his thigh as my body tried to adapt to the size of him. Beside my ear, his breath came fast and ragged. “I’ll keep going whenever you’re ready. You need time to adjust.”
