Page 43 of Crimson Vows

“Will you hurry up and get over here,” Marco commands. “Before you lose your turn and I take her.”

Dante approaches, rips the package open with his teeth, and I watch in awe as he rolls on the enormous condom, his hands shaking slightly from nervous excitement. He might be the thickest cock I have ever taken.

Dante climbs onto the bed and positions himself between my legs. His cock stands straight and hard, pointing toward my entrance as he lines up, touching my cunt with his fingers. “Oh fuck, I was going to ask if you needed lube, but you’re dripping.”

Nico enters the room and teases, “You’re welcome.”

“Go slow,” Marco instructs when he sees Dante’s size, and he nods in response.

I bite my lip, trying to suppress my cries. His cock, thick and hard, presses against my opening.

Nico moves around to the side opposite Marco and positions himself on the other side of the bed. Both Marco and Nico, as if communicating silently between them, take a nipple into their mouths.

Dante’s cock slowly inches its way inside me. I hold my breath, expecting it to be painful, but my pussy welcomes him as it slides in slowly, stretching me as it moves. I let out a low groan, surprised by the sensation.

“Fuck, she really is tight,” Dante growls, his eyes locked on mine as he continues his movement.

Nico pulls his mouth away from my nipple for only a moment to say, “Just wait until she orgasms on you.”

Dante, sensing my pleasure, quickens his pace as he thrusts into me. My moans fill the room, fueling the flicking of Marco’s and Nico’s tongues.

Dante’s eyes never leave mine as he fucks me with more urgency. His cock pounds into me, and I cry out, arching my back as Dante’s cock hits places in me that are rarely touched. Pulling against the restraints, I am at their mercy.

“Is she gonna come again?” Dante asks, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

Nico and Marco continue their work, their tongues dancing on my sensitive skin. Marco’s hand slides down, his fingers finding my clit. He vigorously plays with it as Dante increases his pace even more, the slick sound of his thrusts surrounding us.

“Fuck, yes,” I scream as a release comes from deep inside me.

Dante loses himself in the moment. His hips pound into me in a frenzy, his cock sliding in and out, hitting my G-spot with each stroke.

“Oh my God,” I pant. “You have to stop. I can’t take any more.”

Marco’s fingers never stop moving. His thumb continues to rub my clit in perfect rhythm with Dante’s thrusts. The men ignore my pleas, not one of them hesitating for a moment. A second later, I roll straight into another orgasm, a guttural and unfamiliar scream escaping me.

Dante’s orgasm overtakes him, and my body writhes in response to his pulsing. Marco and Nico sit up to watch as he pulls his cock out of me with a satisfied look on his face. “You are so fucking amazing, Gia.”

“Isn’t she?” Marco replies.

My body trembles from the intensity of the orgasm, and I’m completely spent. I close my eyes.

As the room settles down to a peaceful calm, they all lean in and kiss a different part of my body. I don’t open my eyes as I drink in the tender affection.

I feel my ankles being untied, and my wrists are released a moment later. “You two go shower,” Marco instructs them. “It’s my turn to be alone with my fiancée.”

The reaction his statement causes inside me tells me there is no doubt my feelings for Marco were cemented today in the gift he gave me. When I finally open my eyes, he is staring at me. I reach up, place a hand on the back of his head, and pull him in to kiss me. His lips are soft and tender as if he’s trying to say a thousand things without speaking a word.

“Thank you,” I say, my voice quiet. “That was... everything.”

“It’s not over,” he whispers, his hands brushing my hair behind my ears. He shifts and moves between my legs. I bend my knees, relieved to regain my range of motion.

“Can you handle one more?” he asks, looking into my eyes. The dominant man who orchestrated the entire interaction with Dante and Nico was giving me back a little of my power.

“Please,” I beg. “Fuck me.”

A grin spreads across his face, and without another word, he slowly pushes inside me. I moan deeply, my hands gripping the sheets as I feel the heat of his bare cock.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls. “So swollen.”

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