I trace Damiano’s handprint on her ass. “There’s nothing wrong or dirty about your body. It was made to feel pleasure in all sorts of ways, little girl. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, because I cannot wait to put my cock right here.” I give her an extra stroke with my fingers for good measure before pulling them all the way out again. Then I line up my cock with her glistening paradise.
Fuck, just seeing the tip poised at her little pucker has me damn near exploding. I recite baseball stats in my head, because after all this time waiting to plunge into Madison’s ass, there’s no way I’ll let it be over before we start.
“Ready, little girl?” I ask, bending forward to kiss her shoulder.
She sucks in a shaky breath before letting it out. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s our good girl.” I slide into her too-tight heat.
17
MADISON
My mouth falls open in surprise. We’ve fucked around with the plug several times this week, but a little piece of silicone is nothing to the feeling of Seth’s lubed-up cock, all silky iron strength, relentlessly pressing into me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whisper. “So tight.”
“You’re doing so good,” Seth says. “Do you need me to stop or slow down?”
“Neither.” I stare down at Damiano’s muscled chest, forcing myself to breathe. “I can do this.”
Damiano tilts my chin so we stare into each other’s eyes. “You are so beautiful, Madison, and so strong. All we want is your pleasure, to show you we appreciate you.”
My eyes water with emotion, and he wipes away an errant tear. How is he so sweet? He always says the right thing. And with his body pressed against my front, and Seth’s against my back, I’m surrounded in their love and affection.
“You’re ours, Madison,” Seth adds. “We’ll always take care of you. I’m going to go in a little farther, okay?”
“Yeah.” I tense up, waiting.
“Try to relax, sweetheart.” He rests his hand on the middle of my back, soothing, reminding me that he’s in control. “Let it happen, and it should feel good.”
I close my eyes and force myself to take a deep breath, letting it out slowly and letting my muscles go limp.
“You’re doing a great job,” Damiano says. “So good. Can you feel both of us, enjoying your body?”
He pulls partly out of me before easing in again. Seth does the same. I’ve never felt so full, so stretched. I cling to Damiano’s strong shoulders as the two of them move slowly, taking their time. They murmur sweet words in their low voices. Damiano switches between English and Italian. I don’t always know what he’s saying, but from his tone, I can make some good guesses. Beautiful, you’re doing so good, mine, ours, always, take me, take it all.
Seth’s strokes grow more powerful. Now that I’m more used to his presence, he doesn’t need to be as careful with me. I always thought anal sex sounded raunchy, dirty. Now, with Damiano and Seth, I realize it can also be beautiful, fulfilling. It’s an expression of love, and with consenting adults, there can’t be anything wrong with that.
I didn’t expect to come from this, because the feelings are so foreign and new. Yet as Damiano thrusts carefully into my pussy and Seth alternates thrusts in my ass, my body grows warmer and warmer. My pleasure heightens.
“How close are you?” Seth asks.
“I—I don’t know.” I gasp as Damiano’s angle changes and he hits my g-spot. “Close, I think. Keep going—right there?—”
“We have you, bella.” Damiano grips my hips, lifting me up and down as he thrusts. He lets go with one hand so he can grasp one of my breasts, teasing the nipple in a way that has pleasure-pain shooting straight to my clit. I feel it there, I feel all of it there, throbbing and insistent.
I’m so close, and it feels so good. Too good. What’s going to happen when I lose control, and I’m already so full, everything so tight? I need the release, but I fear how strong it will be.
“Come for us.” Seth’s voice is low and strained. “We’ll hold you through it. Come on our cocks, let us feel your orgasm.”
Yes—a few more strokes. I’m over the ledge, flying outward, my body exploding in a million bits of confetti-pleasure. I can’t help but cry out at the intense feelings. My back arches as the guys continue their harsh-yet-perfect rhythm.
Seth comes first, his body going rigid behind me. “Madison, Madison,” he repeats. “Yes, sweetheart, I love you, fuck—yes, Madison.”
