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Angelo huffs and goes back to biting my shoulder in the same spot, making me hiss in pain.
“Get her mostly on her back,” Saint orders, rolling the condom onto his dick. “She wet enough, or do we need to go looking for lube?”
“It’s a little late to be worrying about lube now, unless you want to stroll around the house half-naked. How hard is it to fuck a woman, Santino?” Victor asks. He sounds even more irritated than before, but his eyes are glued to my chest.
Angelo seems to notice. He pushes me down until my head is in his lap, and I can feel the heat of him through his pants. His cock is absolutely hard, and it feels big enough against the back of my head to make me nervous. “She’s plenty wet,” he says, lifting his hand and showing Saint his glistening fingers.
I blush helplessly, because there’s not much else I can do.
“So just fuck her already,” Angelo growls. “You aren’t the only one who wants her.”
Saint kneels down, meeting my eyes. His own eyes are intense, dark with desire, and he pushes the head of his cock against my clit. It’s so hot that I writhe, pushing myself against him, and he laughs. “You just can’t wait to get my dick, can you, kitten?”
I whimper, but I can’t argue. I’m fucking dripping from Angelo’s talented fingers as Saint starts to drive his cock inside of me.
Saint moans, pushing into me one slow inch at a time—and he’s long, so it feels like he’ll never bottom out.
I think I can handle Saint though, concentrating on keeping my wits about me, until Angelo’s fingers go right back to rubbing my clit. Pleasure shoots up my spine and I accidentally moan. I try to cover my mouth to prevent more sounds from escaping, but Angelo grabs my hand.
“None of that, slut. Let’s hear all your cries.”
I’m so humiliated by the way they’re treating me, shame making my entire torso flush red, but I’ve never been this turned on before in my life either. My body is barely my own anymore. I’ve never felt so out of control during sex before—and I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet before.
Saint finally sinks balls-deep into me, and I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. He feels so fucking good inside of me. Even through the condom I can feel the piercing, and it rubs insistently against my inner walls. I gasp in pleasure and squirm, instinctively squeezing around his cock.
He groans, holding himself above me as he stares down and locks eyes with me. “Huh. She might be a slut, but she’s not a loose slut. You might actually get some pleasure out of her, Angel. Once I break her in for you. Sorry you get sloppy seconds, man.”
“I never mind your sloppy seconds,” Angelo leers.
Saint scowls.
“Can you two stop flirting and get on with it? I don’t have all night.” Victor says. I’d almost forgotten about his presence, overwhelmed as I was with pleasure.
“We weren’t flirting,” Saint snaps back. He grabs my thighs and pushes them back, then slams into me, hard, like he’s trying to prove something. It pushes me back against Angelo, who’s still holding me to him, and his fingers… They never stop moving. Sometimes his hand slips lower, his fingers sliding into me next to Saint’s cock. It’s a strange sensation, but it’s good, and I’m having a hard time thinking straight. Whatever’s going on between Saint and Angelo, I don’t care.
Angelo’s other hand slides to my breast, pinching my nipple, and a full-body shudder runs through me at the sensation. I remember the way Victor had been looking at my chest, and I glance at him only to see his eyes practically burning through me. He’s treating me just like any common slut, but there’s no doubt about it: he wants me too.
I lick my lips, meeting his eyes directly, but even so his expression doesn’t change. He does, at least, finally have a visible erection. Those slacks aren’t hiding anything anymore.
I startle when Angelo grabs my chin and makes me look in Saint’s direction. “Kiss her, Saint.”
“I thought you didn’t want any foreplay,” Saint says.
“It’s not foreplay if you’re already fucking her,” Angelo points out.
Saint leans down and kisses me again, hard, his tongue already thrusting past my lips. He explores my mouth, and I give in to him as another moan is stifled by his mouth on mine.
I’ve never had multiple partners at once, and I don’t know how to deal with so many competing sensations. Saint’s mouth, Angelo’s hands, Saint’s cock still pounding into me, and Victor’s eyes on me the entire time. I’m nearing orgasm a lot faster than I ever have before. Maybe Angelo’s fingers are just that talented, but I’m not delusional enough to think that the fact that three men want me so damn badly has nothing to do with it.
It’s a rush, and for a moment, I forget that I’m not here of my own volition, that I’m just with them so I don’t have to service their entire fucking staff. It just feels fucking fantastic, and I’m flying high when Saint grunts against my mouth and speeds up.
He’s so long that he touches places in me I’ve rarely felt stimulated, and between that and Angelo’s fingers, I cry out and come. I can’t help but squeeze Saint’s cock like my cunt’s a damn vise, and I throw my head back, unable to even keep the sounds from escaping me.
Saint speeds up, no longer interested in kissing me, only interested in fucking me, and it’s only a matter of time before he comes—with Angelo egging him on the entire way.
I’m panting hard, my mind fuzzing pleasantly. But as soon as Saint pulls out, Angelo lifts me up and pushes me forward across Saint’s lap. My ass is now tilted up, and I’m much too exhausted to move. Saint strokes my hair gently. Behind me, I hear Angelo ripping the condom wrapper.
“You were good,” Saint whispers. “Really fucking good. Best lay I’ve had in a while.”
