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I hollow my cheeks and he slowly starts to thrust as Marcus pumps his fingers in and out of me.
Shit. I’m going to come already.
Cole must see my thighs trembling, my arms shaking as I try to hold myself up, hands braced on either side of Gabe.
“Don’t you dare. You don’t come unless I say so. Your orgasms belong to us.”
Us.
The word sends an ache through my pussy, and I clench around Marcus’s fingers but manage to keep it together.
Marcus pulls his fingers out and I whine around Gabe, looking up at him. When I glance over at Cole he’s holding himself by the base. I want to know what he tastes like, if that long cock would bump my uvula. I want to know what he feels like inside me.
I hope they switch it up. I want all of them.
“You on birth control, angel?” Marcus asks, his hands bruising on my hips as he stops me from wriggling. “Because I want to fuck you raw.”
I look up at Gabe before popping off him.
His cock bobs, shiny with my saliva, precum leaking down his shaft.
I’m so hot and wet between my legs I can barely think, but I know what I want.
“I’m not, and I don’t care. I want it. Fuck me raw, Daddy.”
Marcus groans low in his chest, almost like a growl.
One hand moves from my hip and I feel him pressing at my entrance, impossibly wide.
“You can take it,” Gabe rasps, and I’m surprised, my eyes shooting to his. “There you are, bellissima.”
Marcus keeps pressing against me. “Easy, angel.” He stops and waits, thumb stroking slow circles on my hip until I remember to breathe. “Take all of me, and I’m ruining you for everyone else.”
“We are,” Cole corrects, and Marcus grunts.
Finally, the head pops in and the stretch makes me open my mouth in a silent scream. I flutter around Marcus’s cock, trying to get used to him.
He presses into me slowly, stretching me, and when he’s finally buried to the hilt Gabe leans forward and kisses my moaning mouth.
I gasp against his lips, pushing back against Marcus, wanting more.
“Don’t let her take control, Marcus,” Cole warns. “That’s not what this is.”
“That’s it,” Gabe manages in a strained voice. “Breathe for me, bellissima. You’re taking him so well.”
Their words make me clench hard around Marcus.
“She’s squeezing me like a vise,” he groans, and Cole’s breath comes shorter. I glance over at him and he’s pumping his fist around his cock.
“I’m gonna come,” I whisper, and Gabe kisses me again before pulling away.
He takes himself in hand, rubbing the head of his cock around my lips.
“Aspetta, bellissima. I want to watch it build in your eyes first,” he says almost softly.
My tongue lolls out and I lick his frenulum. Gabe shudders and then presses his cock past my lips again.
I make a muffled moan as Marcus stays still inside me, pulsing.
