“I’m not, Valentin, I swear I’m not. Please, I need to come. Fucking please!”
“You are,” he said, as Angelo ran his tongue up and down my folds, licking every inch of me, before returning to tap gently at my clit, sending me soaring with pleasure. “Such a good girl for us, such a perfect little slut who knows exactly who she belongs to.”
“It’s too much,” I sobbed, unable to process the intense sensations they bombarded me with. “I can’t.”
“You can,chérie,” Valentin said, kissing the nape of my neck. “I know you can. Just a little bit more.”
He pushed another finger inside of me—I’d lost count—and the stretch burned so fucking bad and so fucking good at the same time.
“Look at us, claiming you, using you, owning you,” he said. “Because you belong tous, princess.”
I shook my head, unable to think, overwhelmed by their touches, by the fullness inside of me.
“Please,” I begged. “Please, I need you so bad.”
“Whatdo you need, princess?”
“You!” I cried. “Please, fuck me, I need to come, I need you.”
Angelo’s mouth stopped working its magic, and I sobbed with disappointment. Fingers shoved deep inside of me, rocking against that magic spot that made me see stars. “Fuck, yes, please,” I begged, only for Angelo to pull the vibrator away without fucking me stupid with his fingers like I wanted.
He shifted on the bed, then slid underneath me and up through my arms, so I straddled him comfortably, my arms still attached to the bed behind him. When I rocked my hips, rubbing my clit against his cock, he moaned softly.
I dropped my head forward, pulling my body flush with Angelo’s so I could press my cheek closer to his, the harsh pinch of the nipple clamps only sending me soaring higher and higher.
“Good girl,” he answered, aligning my hips with his so I could continue to ride him, running my pussy up and down his length, giving my clit the stimulation I craved. “So perfect, such a slut for us, so willing to do anything so we’ll fill up that pretty pussy, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please, fill me,” I begged. “Both of you.” Valentin twisted his fingers in my ass, and I howled with the intensity. It was so much, too much. “Please!”
“Who do you belong to, toy?”
I pressed my lips together, even as I rocked against Angelo. Valentin yanked his fingers out of me, and I swore my frustration.
Angelo slid his lips against mine, soft and gentle, before licking them, inviting me to open my mouth. When I did, the kiss turned carnal and possessive, our teeth and tongues clashing together as we both fought for control.
Why was I bothering?
“Easy, princess,” Valentin said, his hot torso pressing against my back. “Who’s in charge?”
I pulled away from Angelo to breathe and whispered, “You are, both of you.”
“That’s right, sweet princess. And who do you belong to?”
He nibbled the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder as Angelo dove in for another kiss. I wanted—I needed—Fuck!
“You,” I sighed against Angelo’s mouth, relaxing into him as I gave in and submitted. “I’m yours.”
Valentin lifted my hips and shoved me down onto Angelo’s cock, and Angelo swallowed the sound of my scream with his lips. He plunged into me, utterly, completely, painfully stretching me until there was no room left for thought, for any sense of self.
“That’s my princess,” Valentin said, not giving me any time to adjust as he pressed his cock against my back entrance. “My good, obedient, perfect princess who submits so beautifully to her owners.”
He breached the tight ring of muscle, and I whimpered with the pain.
Angelo reached between us to flick my clit, and I moaned, relaxing into their warmth.
“Your cunt is gorgeous, swallowing my cock like the perfect slut you are,” Angelo declared. “Stretching around me, taking me inside you. You’re going to beg me to fuck you and fill you with my cum, little toy.”
Before I could take a breath to respond, Valentin drove into me, pulling a sharp scream from me as he filled me. I left this plane of reality and floated, uncomprehending, unable to cope with the intensity of both men inside me.