Page 102 of Alessio

“Now,” Ginevra said, her body vibrating. “Fuck me now.”

“Whatever you want, kitten.”

Corrado pressed a single finger into the tight ring of Ginevra’s ass as Alessio brought her down on his cock. Her loud cry echoed, but Corrado focused, now. Watching the way Alessio’s cock slid in and out of Ginevra’s pussy, stretching those sensitive tissues of hers open as his dick came out coated in her with each thrust.

And then his fingers.

One, at first, working her ass. And then a second, making her feel a little more full. He went slow, using her body’s natural cues and the wetness he’d been able to gather from her sex to make it easy. He didn’t want it to hurt.

Sex shouldn’t hurt.

Not unless someone wanted it to.

“Like this, Ginny,” Corrado murmured, his tongue sliding along the curve of her ass as he spoke. Her noises climbed higher as Alessio continued pulling her up and down on him with a brutal pace, something he loved. Sex was always better for Alessio when he could let go of his control. “It’s going to be like this when we’re both fucking you—but better. You’ll be so full, kitten, too fucking full. And then it will drive you crazy, make you fucking high, baby. Imagine, huh?”

“God,” she whimpered.

Alessio chuckled, and Corrado peered up to see him pull her in for a deep kiss. At the same time, he added a third finger, and let his teeth drag against the curve of her supple ass. She tensed, just a split second, before a low moan crawled out of her throat.

So raw.

And loud.

Jesus.

“It’ll ache so goddamn deep,” Alessio told her. “But it’ll be so fucking good, too. Do you want that—both of us fucking you?”

“I do.”

“Oh, you’ll get that.” Even Corrado heard the promise in Alessio’s tone—soon was coming far sooner than Ginevra thought. If they got this woman through dinner tonight before they said fuck it and took her home to bed, it would be a fucking miracle. “Are you going to come like this?”

“Y-yes.”

“Give it to us, then. Give it.”

It took Corrado widening his fingers on the withdraw, and Alessio pulling her in for another kiss before Ginevra fell over that cliff into her second orgasm. She stilled on Alessio, sitting down on him entirely as her shoulders shook violently.

Corrado took that chance to lean in, his lips finding the base of Alessio’s cock where the condom didn’t quite reach all the way down, but where Ginevra was still stretched around him. Her pussy, and his cock against Corrado’s mouth, their tastes blooming across his tongue, was enough to make him think he was about to blow.

“Shit,” Alessio muttered.

A familiar pulse thudded in the base of Alessio’s cock, and the way Ginevra’s muscles at the same time around him, her sex still flexing from the remnants of her orgasm.

Alessio’s next words came out in a groan, his hands slipping down around Ginevra’s ass to widen her for Corrado as he licked them both again. “Holy fuck, Corrado, you made me—”

He pulled back, grinning as he countered, “Come, yeah.”

Ginevra’s voice was airless as she whispered, “Did we even have time to do this?”

“Oh, we had time—still do,” Alessio replied.

“Still?”

His gaze darted to Corrado as he stood, and then drifted lower to the outline of his erection pressing against the leg of his pants, the lower portion of the zipper biting into him. “Yeah, Ginny, now we get to see how much Corrado can take.”

She peeked back at him, a demure smile playing at the edges of her lips. “We do.”

Fuck, yeah.