I whimper, a sound of pure, desperate loss. My body shakes, teetering on the edge he just abandoned.
Luca looks up, his chin glistening. His green eyes are blown wide with lust and mischief. “Ah, ah, ah. Not yet, greedy girl. You don’t get to come until we say so.” He stands, unbuttoning his jeans. “Dante. She needs more. She’s empty.”
Dante doesn’t need to be told twice. He moves in front of me, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me to the very edge of the counter. He’s already freed himself, thick and heavy and flushed. He strokes himself once, his eyes locked on mine. “Look at me, Rosalina. You take every inch. You understand?”
I can only nod, my mouth dry. He guides himself to my entrance, the broad head nudging against my soaked flesh. He pushes in, slowly, inexorably, filling me in one long, relentless stroke that makes me see stars. A punched-out gasp leaves my lips. He’s so big, the stretch a sweet, perfect burn.
“Fuck,” Dante grits out, his head bowing for a second as he sheathes himself fully inside me. “You feel…Christ, you feel incredible.”
He starts to move, a slow, deep rhythm that has me clutching at his shoulders. Gabriel is right there, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss, swallowing my moans. His hands are on my breasts again, deftly unhooking my bra and pushing it aside. His thumbs roll over my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core, which is already throbbing around Dante.
“Look at her take you,” Gabriel breathes against my lips when he breaks the kiss. He looks down between our bodies, watching Dante slide in and out of me. “So beautiful. Taking her Prince so well.”
Luca is beside Dante now, watching with rapt attention. “She can take more. Look at her. She’s begging for it.” He brings his fingers to my mouth. “Suck. Get them nice and wet for me, dirty girl.”
I open my mouth without hesitation, sucking his fingers deep, coating them with my saliva. The depravity of the act, the way they’re all watching, sends a fresh rush of heat through me. Luca pulls his fingers free with a pop and drops his hand between my legs, his fingers circling my clit where Dante and I are joined.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. Dante’s deep, pounding thrusts. Luca’s clever, relentless fingers on my clit, circling, pressing, teasing. Gabriel’s mouth on my neck, his teeth on my earlobe, his words a filthy, praising litany in my ear.
“You’re doing so good, Bella. Taking us all like you were made for it. Such a good girl for us. Our perfect, dirty girl.”
The pressure builds again, higher and tighter than before. My breaths are ragged sobs. My legs are shaking where they’re hooked around Dante’s waist. Luca feels me tightening, sees my face contort.
He stops. He removes his hand completely.
A ragged cry of frustration tears from me. “Please.”
“Not yet,” Luca says, his own breathing harsh. He’s stroking himself now, his eyes fixed on where Dante is moving inside me. “Switch.”
Dante pulls out of me with a groan, and the sudden emptiness is a physical ache. Before I can process it, Gabriel is turning me on the counter, pressing my chest down against the cold granite. He kicks my legs wider apart. I feel him, hard and eager, at my entrance.
“My turn, Bella,” he whispers, his body blanketing mine from behind. He sinks into me in one smooth, deep thrust. He’s a different fit than Dante—not as thick, but longer, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur. He sets a faster, punishing pace, his hips slapping against my ass.
“Yes! Gabriel,yes!”
Luca is in front of me now, his cock nudging my lips. “Open up. Show us how hungry you are.”
I open my mouth, and he feeds himself to me, sliding deep into my throat. I suck him greedily, the salty taste of him, the muffled sounds he makes, combining with the sensation of Gabriel pounding into me from behind. Dante’s hands are on my back, tracing my spine, then gripping my hips, helping Gabriel hold me in place.
“Look at her,” Dante says, awe in his rough voice. “Taking cock in both ends like a champion.Ourchampion.”
Gabriel’s thrusts become erratic. “I’m close,fuck. Luca, move.”
Luca pulls from my mouth with a wet sound and steps back. Gabriel slams into me one last time, his body going rigid as he spills himself inside me with a guttural groan, his forehead dropping between my shoulder blades.
He stays there for a moment, panting, before carefully pulling out. I feel the warm trickle of his release down my inner thigh.
Before the sensitivity can crest, Dante is there again, turning me onto my back once more. He lifts my legs over his shoulders, driving back into my well-used, dripping core. The feeling is intense, almost too much, the overstimulation walking a razor’s edge between pain and mind-numbing pleasure.
“You’re so full of us,” Dante grunts, his pace brutal, his control fraying. “Full of our come.Mycome is next. You’re going to milk it from me, aren’t you?”
Luca reappears, kneeling by my head. “Touch yourself,” he orders, his voice rough. “Show us. Show us how much you need to come. Get yourself right to the edge for me. For us.”
My hand slides between my legs, my fingers finding my swollen clit, slippery with a mix of my arousal and Gabriel’s release. I circle it, my movements frantic, desperate. The sight of my own hand there, the feel of Dante pounding into me, the taste of Luca still on my tongue—it’s a sensory overload that pushes me higher, higher.
“That’s it,” Luca encourages, his eyes dark. “Such a dirty, desperate girl. Look at her. So fucking beautiful.”
“I can’t… I need…” I’m babbling, teetering on the precipice.
