Page 90 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

Laila opened her intense brown eyes and froze, sucking in sharply. For a moment, I thought she wanted to pull her hand away, but when her lips curled into a small smirk, she continued playing with her wet folds, the sight making me clench.

“What do you think?” Constantino asked, grabbing my hand and twirling me around like I was an object—I guessed that was what I was to them now. The Mafia’s toy. To use. To play with. To pleasure themselves with.

“I love her,” Laila murmured, biting her lower lip. “She’s so sexy.”

Constantino gently pulled me in front of him, one arm curling around my waist, his other hand dipping between my legs to touch me under my skirt. I yelped in surprise, my heart pounding against my rib cage. He massaged my clit from behind, his other hand trailing up my body to grasp my breast through my top.

“Take it off of her,” Laila said. “I’ve been waiting to finally see her again.”

With one of his hands still buried between my legs, Constantino pulled my shirt over my head and swiftly undid my bra, and my breasts bounced out of it. Laila spread her legs a bit further, hooking one finger around her panties and pulling it to the side so we could see everything as she rubbed herself.

After popping all of the buttons on my skirt, Constantino let it fall to the ground and left me in just my underwear. He continued to rub my pussy, the pressure building higher and higher in my core.

“Does my wife turn you on?” Constantino murmured in my ear.

“Yes,” I breathed, watching as Laila’s head fell back as she moaned.

“Do you want to eat her pussy?”

A wave of heat rushed through me. “Yes.”

Constantino slipped his fingers into my underwear and pulled apart my folds, teasing my pussy harder and faster until my legs started trembling. “She’s wanted to eat yours all week, kept asking me what you’d taste like.”

After he pushed me a bit closer to the bed, I placed my knees on the edge and let him continue.

He gazed over my body at her and gently kissed my shoulder. “Come over here, doll.” He held out his wet fingers toward her. “Have a taste.”

Laila crawled over to us, grabbed Constantino’s wrist, and tugged his fingers into her mouth, wrapping her pink-painted lips around them. Like how she’d sucked his cock, she bobbed her head back and forth slightly. Heat gathered between my legs as she moaned.

Moving even closer to me, Laila placed her knees on either side of my thigh, sat her sopping pussy against my leg, and ground herself against me as she leaned over my shoulder to kiss her husband, her breasts near my face.

My breath caught in my throat, nerves zipping through me. I had never been with a woman like this before, but I had wanted to try it for so long. It wasn’t a phase or taboo or even something impulsive.

Pushing my nerves to the side, I leaned forward and placed my mouth just above the hem of her lacy bra, kissing her softly at first. Laila set her hand behind my head and pulled me closer to her, moaning into her husband’s mouth and continuing to grind her pussy against my thigh.

Constantino shoved his fingers back into my panties, and Laila followed, her fingers moving just as quickly as his. The sensation from two pairs of hands all over me drove me wild. I sucked harder on Laila’s breast, tugging down her lacy bra and taking her nipple between my teeth.

“Fuck,” Laila murmured, pulling away.

For a moment, I thought I had fucked up or done something wrong. But Laila pushed me down onto the bed, my back against the mattress, and forced me to spread my legs. She and Constantino dipped their heads between my thighs and ate my pussy, each wanting to taste me for themselves.

The pressure rose in my core, my toes curling. “Oh my gosh …”

With his callous hand gliding against my inner thigh, Constantino entered me with two fingers and pumped them in and out while his wife’s tongue flicked against my swollen clit. I laced my hands into her hair, my legs trembling hard.

“I’m going to … to …” I threw my head back, on the verge of the most intense orgasm I had had in a while.

And when Laila said, “Come for me,” and tugged on my nipple, I screamed out in pleasure.

Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through me, my arms and legs numbing with pins and needles.

If this was what the next year would bring, I would be so happy, being their toy.

Once I finished, Laila sat back next to me. “Sit on my face,” she said breathlessly, licking her bottom lip.

My brow furrowed. “A-again?”

“Yes, again.”

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