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It takes a moment for us all to get some kind of rhythm going, but when we do…holy hell. It’s insane.
Together, they build a crescendo until all of them fuck me hard. We all lose control. The air is filled with slapping flesh and groans and cries of bliss. I’m completely lost inside myself. The pleasure is almost overwhelming.
I’m going to come again, and I know I’ve no chance of controlling it. I give in completely, just as Tino grabs my hair and forces himself deeper.
Tino gives a grunt and spills himself down my throat. I barely have the chance to swallow. My orgasm wracks through me again and again, my inner muscles tightening and pulsing around the two men in my pussy and ass.
Tino grows soft in my mouth, and he steps back to give me some space, and I sit up more on Kirill, changing the angle slightly for Dom as well.
Within seconds, a third orgasm begins to build. I think I might pass out if I come again. I feel like I’m drunk, like the hormones and endorphins raging within have set me on a whole new level.
“Fuck, da,” Kirill growls. “I’m going to fill you up, baby.”
He rams himself faster, slamming into me, then with a guttural groan, holds himself deep. His cock jerks inside me, and there’s a hot gush that signals Kirill coming again and again. I already know that when this man comes, he really comes. It’s going to run from me like a river the moment he pulls out.
How many times am I going to come? I’m sure I can’t possibly have another one in me, that I’m completely wrung out. But Dom reaches around me with one hand to rub my already engorged and sensitive clit. He wraps his other hand around my throat and squeezes, not enough to cut off my airway completely, but enough to constrict things a little. I let out a whimper.
Then he fucks my ass, working my clit the whole time, and a third orgasm tears through me. I see stars. I’m no longer of this world, an astral projection.
Dom comes hard and holds me tight, seeming to forget his hand is around my throat. I struggle for breath for a second, then he releases his hold on me, and I gasp oxygen into my lungs.
Holy shit. That was intense.
We collapse together in a bundle of sweaty limbs.
Something changed between us in this room. We are a foursome now.
Chapter 40
Mackenzie
The wedding is tomorrow, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
While the thought of my mom being married to Nataniele fills me with dread, I have to admit, things around school have gotten better. Everyone seems to know I’m the Devil’s Duchess now. When I walk down the corridor, there isn’t a single person who doesn’t nod and say hi. In the cafeteria, other students insist I jump the line to get my food first, and they make space at tables for me, so I have somewhere to sit. At the bar, I’m forever being offered drinks, though I always refuse them.
It's definitely a better atmosphere than when I first arrived. I’m enjoying the attention. I haven’t seen much of Camile, and, to be honest, I’m kind of avoiding her, too. I feel bad about it, but if she gets confirmation from me that I’m allowing myself to be shared among all three of the Devils, she’s not going to be happy. In fact, that’s an understatement for how pissed she’ll be. I’d promised her I’d stay away from them, and I did the exact opposite.
Truth be told, that makes me a shitty friend, but I’m not allowing myself to dwell on it.
There is one person I need to speak to, however, and that’s my mother. I need to make sure she’s happy to go ahead with the wedding.
I go to her room and lightly tap on the door. I got word that Nataniele isn’t at Vernona Falls right now—he needed to go into town to ensure the priest is ready for the ceremony—so I know I’ll find her alone.
I wait for her familiar call of ‘come in’ before I open the door. I find her sitting at her dressing table, putting on her makeup. She looks so beautiful, my heart catches. What would I do if I ever lost her? She means the world to me.
She sees my reflection in the mirror and spins around on the stool.
“Mackenzie. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, of course. Can’t I just come and see my mother?”
She raises her eyebrows. “Yes, you know you can see me anytime you like, but I also know my daughter, and I can tell you want to say something.”
She knows me too well.
“Are you sure you want to marry him, Mom?” I blurt. “There’s still time to back out. We can figure out something else if we need to.”
She gets to her feet and walks over to me. “I’m fine, Mackenzie. I promise. Nataniele and I are probably more alike than I’d like to admit.”
