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“Asshole,” I mutter. I’m about to add something else, but Saint’s already wrapping a condom around his cock. He thrusts inside, his hands going to my hips as he steadies us both, and I moan, tossing my head back against Angelo’s shoulder.
Saint follows, kissing me deeply as he starts to thrust in and out.
“Now me,” Angelo demands.
“I’m not pulling out of her,” Saint says stubbornly, thrusting again as though proving a point.
“I mean for a kiss,” Angelo says. “Kiss me, Saint.”
Saint tenses up and subtly shakes his head.
I risk letting go of Angelo’s arm so I can pet Saint. “Do it,” I tell him. “Kiss him. Please?”
“Ugh, you both suck,” Saint mumbles, but on his next thrust he leans past my head and meets Angelo’s lips. I turn my neck as much as I can in this position, my own lips brushing Saint’s jaw.
Angelo tries to deepen the kiss, running his tongue along Saint’s lips, but Saint jerks back immediately. Angelo changes his trajectory to lick my neck instead.
“Spoilsport,” he mutters. “He’s already had a dick in his ass, I don’t know what he thinks kissing is going to do to him.”
“Hethinks he doesn’t want your tongue in his mouth,” Saint says, thrusting shallowly. Then he kisses my shoulder, on the opposite side Angelo is attacking. “Fuck, Lucia, I’ve missed you.”
You missed my body, I think, but I feel the pleasure mounting in myself too, completely unlike when Pavone is fucking me.
I also feel Angelo’s cock sliding dangerously close to my cunt, occasionally even bumping against Saint’s cock.
“Angelo. Your cock better not try to join Saint’s,” I warn, although my voice is so breathy that it doesn’t sound particularly threatening.
Angelo laughs against my ear. “Fuck, that sounds hot. But I don’t think I could keep you upright if I did.”
Thank heaven for small blessings.
Saint grunts, though whether it’s in relief or disappointment, I can’t tell. He speeds up, though, and he mumbles, “So good. So fucking good, kitten.”
The nickname is bittersweet, a reminder of how things had been. I try to remind myself they were just as bad with the two of them and Victor as they are with Pavone, but it’s hard to really believe that after last night.
Men pissing on me.
Vanessa watching me get raped.
Screw Pavone, and screw his idea of fun.Crude, pointless, only designed to make me cower. Well, I’m not cowering.
The thoughts are disturbing, but they don’t stop my pussy from throbbing as I get closer to climax. I doubt I’m going to come before Saint’s finished, his thrusts having turned short and jerky, but if I’m lucky he’ll eat me out while Angelo’s buried inside of me.
I’m not wrong. Another few thrusts and Saint’s eyes screw shut as he comes—into the condom, I remember, and like with Victor, I’m disappointed about that fact. I shouldn’t want any piece of them left inside me. I should be glad that there won’t be anything for Pavone to find.
But I want a reminder of somethinggood, when so much of my life has gone to shit.
Saint slowly pulls out, breathing heavily. “Fuck. Kitten, I…” His eyes land on Angelo. “Never mind.”
I wonder what he wanted to say. What he would have said, if Angelo hadn’t been there.
But it doesn’t matter. I’m sure I don’t want to hear it.
“Okay, Angelo. You can put me down,” I say, trying to close my thighs. Angelo’s grip on my legs stays firm, keeping me splayed open.
Angelo shakes his head. “Nah. I want to fuck you like this too. Except… uh, somebody’s gonna have to get the condom on me.”
“Do you even have one with you?” I ask breathlessly. I just want to be able to close my legs and create a little bit of friction. I’m so close to coming. Just a few touches…
