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Sex has never been fun for me, but I’ve also never been a willing participant. I can’t imagine either of them, Domenico nor Krishna, going easy on me. Then again, they’re both responsible for giving me the first orgasm that wasn’t clouded with shame. It was the first and only orgasm that made me experience such rapture.
“You should see the look on her face, K. She looks as terrified as she does intrigued at the sight of my dick wanting her and pissed off it has to settle for my hand.”
My gaze snaps to his hooded stare and deviant smirk.
“Lose the bra too, then lean back so I can pull your pants down.”
As if my brain short-circuited, I lean back on command as I unfasten my bra. Tossing it to the floorboard, I grab the corner edges of the driver’s and passenger’s seats between the leather console at the small of my back.
Domenico doesn’t waste a second of time as he hooks his fingers between my skin and the waistband of my leggings, then rips them down my legs.
“Wait,” I call out. My head finally remembered something I can’t believe I forgot. “I was on my . . .” I stop mid-sentence, not knowing how to say what I’m internally freaking out about. I started my period last Tuesday night. Mine only lasts five days, but I should be on the tail end.
Oh my, their fingers were inside of me earlier.
Did they know?
“You stopped bleeding last night,” Domenico informs me. “I’d say stop ruining the mood, but this mini-freakout you’re having is only making me harder, sweetheart.”
“H-how do you know that?” I ask, even though I’m sure I do not want him to answer that question.
“Kitten, we’re all three learning Dom’s new level of psycho this week. He wouldn’t let anyone else clean you during your state of unconsciousness.”
“Fuck,” Domenico breathes out. “Her pussy is so goddamn beautiful it hurts my eye sockets to look at it and not be able to slide inside her.”
“Yeah, who knew a pussy covered in curly red hair was a sight I’d been missing all this time,” Krishna comments, making me want to die from embarrassment.
I know women shave or wax their hair down there, but I shaved once and never want to experience that again. As far as waxing goes, it’s not the thought of the pain that scares me. I don’t want some stranger all in my business down there. I trim it, so it’s not like it’s an unruly mess.
“You’ve never fucked a woman with pubic hair?” There’s amusement in Domenico’s tone as he pulls his fisted hand to the end of his cock while looking from my center to my breasts, and finally, the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen meet my wide-eyed stare.
“No. Have you?”
“Once, but I wasn’t into studying it like I am this one. Slide your ass to me, pet.” Domenico tugs on himself as I scoot closer.
“Lean your head back, Ciera,” Krishna says, his tone laid back. “If he gets to enjoy that pretty pussy, then I want your tongue fucking mine.”
Is it just me, or do they actually have two personalities each? It’s hard to keep up with their hard, say-the-wrong-thing-and-we’ll-eat-you-alive, demeanor versus their oddly playful sides. Both are demanding, so at least they have consistency going for them.
Doing as instructed, I recline my back, leaning closer to the front of the vehicle so I don’t strain my neck. With the stitches, I don’t want to tear any loose, but at the rate they have me going, I’m not sure I can get through this without ripping my wound open.
“Be careful with her.” There is a warning rumbling out with Domenico’s words as Krishna kisses me, his tongue diving inside without being met with resistance on my part.
“I’m just tongue fucking her. You’re the one egging on her pussy with the sight of your massive dick.”
“Please don’t kill us,” I breathe out when his lips leave mine, and his eyes flick to the road before coming back to me.
“Kitten, I have full control of this vehicle despite my dick being painfully hard right now.” He bites my bottom lip, and then against my mouth he breathes into me as he whispers, “Now beg him to fuck you. Beg him to let your pussy swallow his dick whole. Beg him to let your cunt drink his cum, beautiful girl.”
Domenico slides the tip of his cock through my slick folds.
“It feels better when it’s wet, pet.”
“Oh, my god,” I say as my center coils tight inside me, aching to follow through on his command.
“I want to hear that pussy slurping his dick like you’re dying of thirst and his cum is the only thing that’s going to save you. Beg him, Ciera. Beg him to give it to you hard. Beg him to ram his dick so deep inside your womb I feel it on your tongue.”
Krishna’s tongue sweeps into my mouth, licking to the flat surface of my tongue and pushing himself so far back that I actually think that’s what he wants from me, from Domenico.
