Page 92 of Ruining Vanessa

Giulio kisses me one more time before sitting up and lining himself up. “One of you, play with her clit. And I want to see the other one sucking on her tits.”

That’s about the only warning I get before Giulio slides in, smooth and easy. Damien and Slayer have left me so loose and open that I couldn’t resist Giulio even if I tried. They obey him, just like they always do, and I’m a little disappointed to have the bubble I’ve been in with Giulio popped like this.

Giulio has that charisma about him that makes people want to do his bidding, and even Damien and Slayer aren’t exempt from it. If anything, it’s even stronger with them.

Damien leans down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, and I let out a startled little cry as Slayer’s fingers delve back between my thighs. I feel so full, and so overwhelmed, and there’s no way I’m going to be able to resist coming again. But I’m also so oversensitive that it feels like it’s going to be painful.

“No,” I beg, for entirely different reasons than usual. “It’s… It’s too much, Giulio!”

“Enjoy it,” Giulio answers, smiling playfully. “Fuck, you feel amazing, Mama.” He thrusts a few times, then pulls out completely to rub his cock along my cunt… and over Slayer’s fingers on my clit.

Slayer rolls his eyes and lets go to give Giulio’s cock a brief squeeze. “Thought you were going to fuck her ‘til she comes?”

“Yep,” Giulio answers, moving back into place. I’m not sure if the small reprieve was good, or if it was just an added layer of torture, letting up only to drive back in deeper than before.

Damien switches to my other breast, though his hand cups the one he’d just abandoned, like he just can’t stop touching me. He nips and licks and blows on my nipple, making me shudder. I can’t handle the sensations, between his touches and Slayer’s fingers finding my clit again, and Giulio’s cock filling me so perfectly like I’m fucking Goldilocks and have finally found the perfect cock for my body.

I clutch desperately at the sheets, trying to meet Giulio’s thrusts, clenching around him. I want to feel him come inside me just as much as I need it all to be over. My head is fuzzy with pleasure, and I can’t stop myself from making incoherent noises.

“Fuck,” Giulio says, stopping completely, fully seated inside me. “Tell me you’re close, Mama.”

I choke back a sob, though I’m unable to stop squirming and writhing beneath him. “I’m… I’m close. But it’s so much, Giulio, it’s too much.”

My words only make Damien and Slayer double down on their efforts, bringing such blinding pleasure that I’m almost not sure if I need Giulio to keep fucking me to come.

Giulio starts up again anyway, this time with slow, rolling movements that are tortuous in how they drag his cock against my inner walls. “Clench up for me. I want to feel you ripple around me. Just let go,” Giulio orders, words hoarse.

I shudder, my breaths coming fast and hard, and I bite my bottom lip. It’s so much. It’s too much. But his words reach something inside of me that’s primal and needy, and it’s more than I can bear. With all of them touching me, I can’t help it: I come, and I come hard, tightening around Giulio’s cock as he continues those terrible, perfect movements.

Giulio lets out a strangled cry of his own, speeding up his thrusts until I feel his heat flood me.

He doesn’t stop thrusting though, not until my heaving breaths slow down and his cock begins to soften.

Giulio slips out and slowly lowers my legs to the bed. Then he wraps his arms around Slayer’s shoulders and kisses him, shockingly brutal. Slayer groans, and through my dazed, half-lidded eyes, I can see him bite down on Giulio’s lip. He doesn’t pull away, though, again burying his hand in Giulio’s hair and forcing him to stay close.

Damien’s nearby, and when I turn my head, he’s there to brush hair from my face, to pepper kisses all over my lips and cheeks. “You’re perfect… Mama,” he says softly.

Giulio finally breaks his kiss with Slayer. “She is perfect.” He crawls over to us and kisses Damien on the cheek, running his hand all over Damien’s hairy chest.

After a brief kiss from Damien, Giulio stretches out next to me and pulls me close. “Our perfect woman.”

“Yeah, I guess she’s not bad,” Slayer echoes, smirking at me. He flops down onto the bed next to me, putting me between him and Giulio and leaving Damien out of the equation entirely.

Damien rolls his eyes and takes the spot on Giulio’s other side. He stretches his hand over Giulio’s body to place it on my belly. “I can’t wait to see you get bigger,” Damien says. “You’re going to look so good with your belly all stretched out…”

“She gonna stay barefoot in the kitchen, popping out Jules’s babies?” Slayer asks lazily, closing his eyes.

Some of my satisfied mood melts away, and I’m suddenly aware of how sore I am, and that I’m lying in a very wet spot.

“We’ll figure out the logistics later,” Giulio answers. His fingers twine with Damien’s on my belly. “Our condos are fine for now.”

I don’t know how I forgot for just a little while what kind of monsters they are. But even now, I can’t help the way my body feels, wrung out in the best of ways. Even if I do have a baby growing inside of me, I can’t bring myself to care.

If I have to be here, if I have to be the mother of Giulio’s children, I just want them to treat me like this.

Is that really too much to ask?

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