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“Damn, that’s hot,” Angelo mutters, giving my body a full once-over. “What do you think? We should have her walk around in just her undies and some nice high heels someday.”
“Victor, did you buy a fancy set of lingerie for her?” Saint asks. “We should have it ready for next time.”
I scowl at his inclusion of Victor. He’s not meant to be a part of this. How many times do I have to tell them Victor is no part of my future?
Victor shakes his head slightly. “I was given to believe there would be no next time? Why would I have bothered buying more clothes for her?”
“Well, what you already have,” Saint amends. “There’s no sense in letting it all go to waste.” He runs his knuckles along my lacy bra, making my nipples harden as he touches me.
“No, I’ve cleaned out the closet already. No point in wasting all that space.” Victor glances at his watch again. “Are the three of you going to do anything?”
Angelo rolls his eyes. “You’re just jealous that you don’t get to participate,” he says. He unfastens his pants. “C’mon, Princess. You can come suck me while Saint plays with your pretty little cunt.”
“What if I don’t want to suck you?” I counter.
He smirks at me. “So you do want me to pound you instead?”
“No!” I slap his arm, which does absolutely nothing to dissuade him. I’m not a huge fan of trying to swallow all of Angelo’s massive cock, but I don’t want to know what my cunt looks like after he’s had a go. I’ve been cutting it too close already, and Pavone is being extra thorough in his fucking inspections.
Saint wraps an arm around my bare waist and guides me toward one of the other chairs. “Here, kneel on this so it’s more comfortable for everybody.”
I don’t know how comfortable this is going to be, especially for me, but I kneel on the chair. The padding is nice on my knees, at least.
I also don’t know why I’m going along with this. It’s ridiculous. It’s dangerous. Pavone almost killed me. If he so much as suspects I’ve been with another man…
I want to saywait, but Angelo pushes his cock insistently against my lips before I have the chance. I reluctantly open my mouth, taking him and reminding myself I’m doing this to secure his loyalty, so he’ll actually help me through this situation.
It never gets easier to take Angelo’s cock in my mouth though. I do what I can to relax my jaw and throat, but he’s huge, and I have to use my hand to keep him from sliding in far enough to choke me. Angelo doesn’t seem to care, groaning and rolling his hips shallowly.
For some reason, it feels harder to take his length than last time, when all three of us were on the same page. Maybe it’s because I don’t also have Saint on his knees next to me, slurping Victor.
Behind me, Saint fumbles with his own belt and zipper. “Fuck, you are so hot, kitten. Victor, you agree, right? She looks good like this?”
“It’s a shame the bra and panties don’t match,” Victor says.
I almost bite down on Angelo in annoyance. I don’t even know how Victor was able to tell. They’re both red, one with a bit more lace than the other. Pavone hasn’t been able to tell that I’m grabbing from different sets. Victor isn’t even sitting all that close, and he picked up on that small detail.
Angelo pauses his movements and snaps the strap of my bra. “Huh, you’re right. But it still looks good. Red suits you, Princess.”
I glare up at him, which only makes Angelo laugh and start moving again. I vindictively let him feel the scrape of my teeth, but of course that only has Angelo moaning louder.
I can hear Saint fumbling with a condom wrapper. At least he’s remembering that he can’t just come inside of me and leave evidence for Pavone, but it feels like a small, bittersweet mercy. He pushes my underwear aside and rubs the tip of his cock against my clit, his own moan softer than Angelo’s.
I want to tell them both to keep it down, to remind them we’re in a fucking high end bridal boutique and we’re supposed to befamily, but my mouth is too full of Angelo’s cock.
“Saint, hurry up. We haven’t got all day,” Angelo growls. He grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs hard enough that I can feel pinpricks of pain.
“Fine, fine. I just wanted to ease things for her.” Saint grips my hip with one hand while guiding himself inside with the other. It’s a much easier slide than if it had been Angelo, but he isn’t small. I hate that I miss the feeling of his piercing rubbing directly inside me, without the thin layer of latex muting the sensation. Or maybe it’s just my imagination.
It’s starting to get hard to think, anyway. I’m precariously balanced, gripping the back of the chair for support while the two of them slide in and out of me. I can barely catch my breath—every time Angelo withdraws, Saint is pushing in. The onslaught of sensations has arousal building up inside me.
I need this to be over fast.
I want it to go on for a lot longer.
We don’t have time, and that’s always pressing into my thoughts. It just seems to push me closer to the edge, though, my body reminding me that if I want to get off, I have to do this fast. But as usual, Saint’s cock isn’t enough to send me over the edge. Even when he grunts and fills the condom inside of me, I’m desperately wanton, trying to squirm against him to get more friction.
Angelo moans again, softer this time, but I can feel his dick swelling in my mouth as Saint’s fingers find my clit and start to stroke. It feels like it’s going to dislocate my jaw, as always, and the brief thought of how I’d explainthatto Pavone almost holds off my impending orgasm.
