Page 36 of Daddies of the Underworld

I couldn’t breathe. It felt too good. My head rested on Dante’s shoulder, and Matteo watched my face the whole time, controlled, even as his jaw tightened and he gripped my hips.

He filled me inch by inch, giving me time to take him, to feel every delicious ridge and the way he pulsed.

Dante’s hand wrapped around my throat, lightly enough to be a question.

I covered his hand with mine and pressed. His breathing turned ragged in my ear, his cock twitching where it rested between my ass cheeks.

Matteo’s eyes locked on my neck, on the way Dante squeezed just a bit. His hips snapped forward the final inch, causing me to cry out.

Luca kissed me hard, swallowing the sound, his hand sliding down my body and going straight to my clit.

He plucked and stroked while Matteo fucked me.

He fucked like he kissed, all that control evident in his pace. But then, he snapped.

Desire broke through the lines, and each thrust pushed me back into Dante’s chest.

Dante’s fingers tightened. “Look at you, sweet goddess. You’re safe here. You are beautiful. So fucking beautiful. You can take it. Let us take care of you.”

I came so hard I lost the ability to move.

My body locked around Matteo so tight he cursed in Italian and lost his rhythm.

His fingers spasmed, digging into my thighs where he held me open. He caught himself in seconds and slowed. Leaning over me, he kissed me with unbearable tenderness. “Again.”

I laughed, breathless. “You’re either insane or delirious.”

“No.” His hand tightened on my hip. “Greedy.”

Dante kissed the shell of my ear. “We all are.”

Matteo pulled out before I could catch my breath.

Despite my earlier statement, I made an unhappy sound of protest that brought a soft laugh from Luca.

Dante shifted, and my body remembered what it felt like to have him inside me.

He flipped me over so I straddled his hips, then rested his hands on my hips. “You set the pace.”

I wasn’t sure I had the energy to move at all, but when he ground his shaft into my sensitive clit, I found the motivation to recover.

I leaned forward and lifted myself up enough to grasp his cock and guide it into place, then I sank onto him slowly, my hands braced on his chest. His eyes did not leave mine.

Not once.

The second I took him fully, his fingers dug into my thighs and a groan tore out of him.

Power moved through me. I did that to him. To them.

Luca came up behind me, his chest warm against my back as he slid his hands over my breasts and kissed the side of my neck.

Matteo stood near the bed, stroking his cock with slow, controlled movements that made my mouth go dry all over again.

I rolled my hips over Dante’s cock, my eyes threatening to roll into the back of my head with how good he felt. “Fuck me, Dante. I don’t want you to be careful.” I patted his chest, then pinched one of his nipples. “Let go.” I dared him by throwing his words back at him.

“Fuck.” His control shattered. His grip tightened, and he pulled me up, then slammed me down onto his dick. Faster, harder with every stroke, until we were both panting and covered in a sheen of sweat.

My body tensed, and Dante growled. “That’s what I want, Nina. Come, sweetheart. Come hard enough to strangle my cock.”