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Saint and Angelo are gawking, just as shocked as I am.
“Wait. You do this?” I gasp when his tongue slides over my clit. “Since when?” I glance at Saint and Angelo. “Did you two know?”
“I’ve never seen Victor go down on anyone before,” Saint admits. “Um. Wow. Uh, that’s kind of…”
“It’s really hot,” Angelo supplies, stretching out on the bed next to me. His ankle bumps against the top of Victor’s head, probably on purpose, but Victor doesn’t stop that slow glide of his tongue against my wet cunt.
I moan involuntarily, surprised at how good Victor is, when he must have next to no practice.
Saint seems torn between arousal and a little bit of disappointment. He probably considers himself the best at using his tongue, but he definitely has competition. I extend my hand in his direction though.
“C’mere. Kiss me,” I order with a breathy voice.
He’s quick to obey, just like he always is. He’s probably relieved to have a role in all of this since Victor took over what he usually does. His lips brush mine, softly at first, then more firmly as he settles in next to me.
Not to be left out, Angelo slides a hand across my chest, teasing my nipples and surprising another moan from me. It’s muffled against Saint’s lips, but so too are the moans that result from Victor’s surprisingly good tongue licking at my folds.
He startles me when he slides a finger inside me, and I collapse back on the bed completely, lost to pleasure as the three of them work to completely undo me.
After all the pain, after all the humiliation—and after listening to Pavone’s screams while Angelo and I tortured him—I’m such an emotional wreck that I feel tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. It feels so good to be here, buoyed by their warmth, having them service and worship me.
“More,” I demand, not sure whatmoreI want. They all increase their touches though. Angelo takes one of my nipples into his mouth, alternating between teasing nips and gentle licks. Saint kisses my lips, my jaw, my neck, all while working my other nipple with his hand.
And Victor laps at my cunt like with such expertise that I can already feel my orgasm threatening to wash over me. I cling to the sensation, not wanting to let it go—wanting to let it build instead, until the pleasure is nearly unbearable.
My body writhes as my orgasm hits me with more force than I think I’ve ever felt before. Saint is good, but his tongue alone can’t compare to all three of them focusing on me and my pleasure.
I cry out against Saint’s mouth, and he greedily swallows up my moans as he kisses me harder, pinches my nipple harder. Angelo bites down on the other, and it’s like a jolt of electricity runs through me. I can barely stand it, and it isn’t long before I’m pushing at Victor’s head, begging silently for a reprieve from his touch.
Victor sits up and smirks at me. “I hope that was satisfactory?”
Some of my fluids glisten on his chin. If I weren’t still wrung out, I would have flipped him off.
“Hey, Princess,” Angelo murmurs. “Whose cock do you want first?” From the way he’s grinding his cock against my side, I think I know what answer he wants to hear.
“Don’t want sloppy seconds?” I ask him, breathless.
He leers at me. “It’s just been too long. I’ll get you nice and ready for Victor and Saint.”
I glance at Victor, who shrugs, and at Saint, who pouts a little. I kiss Saint in consolation, spreading my legs again as Victor moves out of the way and Angelo practically pounces me.
For all that they’ve been about my pleasure, he doesn’t waste any time in driving into me. I yelp, but I’m all languid from my climax, and he pushes inside me with ease. It’s Victor’s turn to tease my nipples, which are already sensitive from Angelo and Saint’s attention, and I squirm on the bed beneath them.
It’s so fuckingintensethat for a moment, I’m not sure why I asked for this. I hadn’t thought it was possible to be so thoroughly consumed by pleasure.
Angelo doesn’t take his time, clearly just as worked up from the violence as I am. I can’t catch my breath, not with the way he fucks me, and he seems satisfied with that as Saint’s kisses trail down to my neck again.
“Fuck, it’s great doing this without a condom again,” Angelo says. “Getting to feel you fully. No barrier between us.” His fingers on my hips tighten to a point that’s almost painful, but I almost appreciate that pain. The contrast between pain and pleasure only seems to highlight just how good his cock feels as it thrusts inside me.
Victor tilts my head in his direction and kisses me, although I don’t have the breath to kiss back. It’s sloppy, just lips sliding against each other, and I think I can taste myself on him. That just turns me on even more.
Saint palms one of my breasts, tweaking my nipple with his thumb, as though reminding me he’s still there. I stroke his hair, soothing him, and he nuzzles against me as Victor kisses me again and again.
Angelo tenses, and I canfeelit as his heat pours into me. He lets out a loud, satisfied groan as he gives a last few frantic thrusts before stilling inside of me. “You feel so good, Princess,” he murmurs.
Saint’s patient for a moment, but soon he’s nudging at Angelo. “My turn,” he declares, looking at Victor as though daring him to argue. Victor only smiles indulgently at him as Saint and Angelo switch places.
Saint’s cock isn’t as overwhelmingly large, but I’m so sensitive from my earlier climax and Angelo fucking me that it doesn’t matter. He’s still able to get deep inside me, rubbing against my g-spot. His piercing seems to find it unerringly. It feels so good that I lose track of the moment, clutching at Saint’s hair and urging him on as my hips rise to meet his.
