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“If not Angelo’s cock, maybe my hand will fit in here,” Victor says casually. “Would you like that, Santino?”
Saint whines pitifully. “I just want to come. I don’t care if your hand is in there or if—” His voice catches a little, making it clear he does care, even if I can’t tell what his preference is, “if Angelo’s cock is in there. I just want to come.”
“Oh, my god,” I lament, but I can’t help the fact that Victor’s fingers are working magic inside of me. I just can’t tell if he’s stroking me or Saint’s cock. I don’t think Victor is bluffing, either. If I don’t make a choice, I’m going to end up with most of his hand inside me. Angelo’s cock is big, but Victor’s entire hand would be worse. “A-Angelo. I’ll take Angelo’s cock.”
It should be a relief when Victor withdraws his fingers, but I feel strangely empty, even though Saint is still there. Saint whines too, though, and tries to snap his hips up for a quick thrust. Unfortunately for him, Angelo pushes down on his thighs and keeps him in place.
“Hold still,” Angelo tells him.
“You try getting edged this long and see if you can stay still,” Saint complains.
“It’s gonna feel amazing in a minute,” Angelo says from just behind me. “Lie down on his chest, Princess.”
I hesitate then reluctantly obey, only to feel a thick glob of lube being squirted onto my hole. I yelp at the cold, but Angelo starts to use it to work his own thick fingers inside me next to Saint’s cock. I’d wondered if Victor had been playing with Saint’s cock inside of me, but I realize then that he hadn’t. Angelo, on the other hand? He’s toying with Saint’s cock even as he starts to stretch me out more.
I mouth the skin of Saint’s collar and try desperately not to lose myself entirely to the pleasure. Saint’s not faring much better, his entire body trembling while he whimpers and moans, eyes shut tightly. He’s even closer to orgasm than I am. I squeeze my cunt, and I’m rewarded by Saint gasping loudly. Watching his reactions, I can sort of get why Victor gets off on toying with me.
I’m surprised when Victor stretches himself out next to us. He pets my hair—with the same sticky fingers that were inside me just moments ago—then moves those fingers over to Saint’s mouth. “Lick, Santino. Get my fingers nice and clean. I’ll let you kiss Lucia after that.”
I feel the head of Angelo’s cock pressing against my pussy as Saint starts to suckle Victor’s fingers. His face is a mask of bliss—and a little bit of confusion—but he does as he’s told even as Angelo starts to push inside of me.
I cry out. “Wait, wait,” I beg. “Not yet. I can’t—”
“You can, Princess,” Angelo says, and he keeps up that steady pace of entering my cunt right next to Saint’s hard cock.
Whining, I turn to Saint, desperate for a kiss, desperate for anything, but Victor still has his fingers in Saint’s mouth. He smirks at me, but it’s hard for me to really react when I feel like I’m being stretched to capacity and then some.
Victor props himself up on one elbow and brings his face closer to mine, his fingers not moving from Saint’s mouth. I can feel his breath against my lips. “How does it feel?” he asks in a low, breathy voice.
“Prop your ass up, and you can find out firsthand,” I retort automatically, even though the answer is, quite frankly,amazing.
I’ve never been so full before, and while the two of them can barely move inside of me, I’m still so painfully aware of both of their cocks as they rub against my walls. Saint’s piercing, Angelo’s engorged, thick cock… They’re all just contributing to an overall overwhelming sensation that I can’t escape.
“You’re completely flushed. Your pupils are dilated,” Victor continues, ignoring my snarking. “Santino’s sucking my fingers like he wishes they were a cock.” His lips are barely an inch away from mine. I know what he wants me to do, but I stubbornly refuse to be the one to kiss first.
But Angelo’s next thrust has me moving forward, bumping against Victor. It’s uncoordinated and strangely awkward. I would laugh, except I’m burning up from the inside, and now Victor’s lips really are on mine, kissing me, adding to the overwhelming sensations. One of Saint’s hands ends up on my breast, squeezing and stroking at random intervals. I don’t think Saint even realizes he’s doing it.
There’s so much going on that I’m shocked by the sudden flood of heat inside me. Victor breaks the kiss, and I see Saint’s head snapped back, mouth open. Victor switches to stroking Saint’s hair.
For a second I’m disappointed that Saint came so quickly—because I want it to continue. I haven’t been this aroused in… ever. There’s no way in hell I’m telling any of them that, though. So I squeeze my cunt, drawing the last of Saint’s orgasm out of him, while Angelo’s pace quickens.
I’m only dimly aware when Victor moves, and I blink at him, not sure what he’s after. Is he going to take Saint’s place inside of me? Or does he have something else planned? Either way, he already knows what he wants. It’s just a matter of him taking it.
Damn him for that.
He finally moves, quickly straddling Saint’s upper half. Saint looks too out of it to complain as Victor taps my jaw, urging me to open my mouth to take his cock. I whine a little, not sure I’m in the mood to put in any more effort than I already have—exhausted from justtakingso much—but I let him shove his cock over my tongue and deep into my mouth.
I suck wetly, making obscene noises as Angelo fucks me from behind. Blissed out as he is, Saint still hasn’t pulled out, and it has to be overly sensitive as Angelo’s cock thrusts in and out of me.
“Good,” Victor says, grabbing my hair and speeding up his pace. I can’t keep up with him, so I just let him guide me. The only concession I give is making sure to keep my teeth clear.
The sensations are so hot, so overwhelming, that it’s all I can do to pant around Victor’s cock as he uses my mouth. Then I’m coming with a cry of sheer ecstasy, my cunt tightening around Angelo’s cock like a vise. It sets him off, too, and he spills into me right next to where Saint’s cock has started to slacken and pull out.
In turn, that makes me focus more on blindly sucking Victor’s cock, untilhe’scoming too, filling my mouth even as he pulls back to make it dribble out past my lips then onto my face. I don’t know why he feels he always has to mark me, but I end up with one load of come on my face and two in my pussy, and I’m too exhausted and satisfied to really care.
While I catch my breath, Saint starts to grumble. “What…”
I catch Victor suppress a laugh, but he moves away, allowing me to see Saint’s dazed expression.
