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He doesn’t actually give me time to respond as he uses his free hand to unbutton his pants, then he’s shoving them off his trim hips and standing beside my head. He adjusts a knob on the bottom of the face pillow until it reclines downward, and I have no choice but to hold my head up. Then he’s there, right beside me, his commanding presence demanding more of my attention on him.

It’s hard to concentrate on anything, and they keep adding in more elements. I’m going to go crazy at this rate. Completely lose it while at their mercy. Yet, all I can think about are their words, listening to their commands, and how I already want to come so badly my pussy may explode.

The heat of Luciano’s powerful body radiates next to my face, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he presses himself close enough for his length to softly rest on my cheek. The scent of him fills my senses—manly, clean, and intoxicating. He’s always impeccably groomed and smelling divine. It should be illegal for a man to always seem so flipping perfect. As his fingers leave my mouth, a shiver runs down my spine in anticipation of what’s coming next.

I swallow, then without hesitation, I part my lips once more, wider this time, and welcome Luciano’s cock, eagerly savoring the taste of him on my tongue. His command is crystal clear, andI comply willingly, memorizing every inch of him in my mouth as I suck. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me gently but firmly, setting the pace he craves. I hollow my cheeks, tucking my teeth under my lips, and then take his cock to the back of my throat and then some, with a hunger matching his own.

His ragged breaths above me and the tensing of his muscular thighs with each thrust serve to urge me on, pushing me further into the haze of giving him pleasure while offering him my submission. I allow myself to sink further into the moment, focusing on the rhythm of my lips and tongue against his hot, velvety skin. His excitement drips from his tip, the flavor of him bursting over my tongue, and all I can manage to think about is being filled completely by them both at the same time.

They’ve not only turned me into their baby-making factory, but also their personal fuck doll. Luciano’s right; I am naughty, and he called it from day one.

Meanwhile, Santino does everything he can to distract me as he eats away at my pussy, making my head spin from needing to come so badly. Is it possible for women to get blue-clit? Kind of like blue balls, but where our clit feels like it’s needy but has been punched at the same time because it craves a releasesobadly? I swear I’m going to die from too much at once and not enough all at the same time. I’m fucking losing it.

His mouth continues to work on my most sensitive flesh. Each pass of his tongue is toe-curling, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. His skilled touch has me writhing and moaning beneath his firm hold, my legs spread wide as he devours me. My pelvis flexes forward and back, yet gettingnowhere; it’s futile attempting to give myself more. I’ll only be rewarded when he deems it, and it’s enough to break me down. I need it, and I’m not above begging. Tears crest and fall, streaming over my cheeks as I continue to choke on the big, delicious cock belonging to the demanding, yet beautiful, Luciano Vendetti. My other husband, my second.God, I belong to two men.

My breathing kicks up a notch, coming in ragged gasps around Luciano’s cock as my hips continue to attempt to buck wildly. Santino presses me down, his muscular arms keeping me in place as he drives me to the brink of ecstasy and madness. With one final flick of his tongue, my body convulses, and he finally gets what he wants most.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I scream and choke out as I release, and a surge of warmth floods between my thighs. I can’t hold back any longer and squirt all over Santino’s mouth.

He groans in pleasure, slurping my juices like a man possessed. His tongue laps up every last drop of my release, while my hips randomly jolt from too much stimulation, too soon. Once he’s satisfied, he stands, pausing to catch his breath, and I manage to flick my gaze toward him. His face glistens with my leftover wetness as he stares at me with satisfaction reflecting in his eyes. They shine brightly with pride and lust as he momentarily watches me swallow Luciano’s dick, listening to him order me to take his cock until I gag.

Of course, I listen. I will suck his cock until I can’t move my jaw any longer if he wishes.

My pussy is empty only momentarily before Santino is there once more. He positions himself between my thighs, his enormous cock hungry and ready to fuck me. The soft, yet hard, blunt tip probes at my entrance, threatening to breach my hole. He continues to shift forward just enough to make me think he’s going to sink deep before withdrawing again. I grow wetter with each brush of his touch, the thickness teasing me with what’s to come.

His thumb swipes through my lips, gathering my creamy wetness to push into my ass, reminding me of what it was like to take them both inside me at once. Pure heaven and it has me silently praying they’ll use me for their pleasure again tonight like they did on our wedding night. I’ve never been fucked so much in my life as I was on our wedding night, to where I could barely leave the bed the next day. My thighs, ass, and jaw were all littered with fingerprint, hip, and thigh bruises; they’d pounded into me so much in multiple positions.

Santino grinds against me gently, his cock throbbing against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I can feel my arousal building, leaking from my opening as he continues to taunt me. I can't help but squirm beneath him, my hips shifting to chase his movements, my pussy desperate for his cock to penetrate me. I love his big, fat cock. The anticipation is almost unbearable, yet it only heightens the intensity of the pleasure I know will soon come. I clench my eyes closed around a low groan each time his hardness grazes my entrance, my pussy begging silently for him to take me.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and deep,” he confesses. “My cock is going to stretch you wide, making you take every single inch.”His words are like fuel for the fire consuming me, burning away all rational thoughts. “I’m going to get my tip all the way up against your womb so my cum will coat it. You’ll be filled with every drop, left with no choice but to give in and take my seed as you’re supposed to.”

Santino waits until I’m so far in my lust-induced fog, I think I may be going crazy, moaning and begging around Luciano’s cock, for Santino to please fuck me. More tears escape, rolling over my cheeks as I’m reduced to pleading for them to fill me with their cum, swearing I need it and that I’ll give them the babies they want.

At this point, I’m so overstimulated I’ll agree toanything.

Whatever they want from me, it’s theirs.

As soon as I voice the words aloud, sealing my fate, he thrusts into me, filling me to the point of the stretching pain that comes along with taking a good, thick dick. My eyes roll heavenward as the reality sets in. I just begged them to breed me. There’s no way I’d ever use those words with anyone else I’ve slept with.

I know it right then…

I’ve fallen in love.

With them both.

Chapter 17

My idea of "help from above" is a sniper on the roof. - Fuckology

Rorik

I’m freaking out inside.Seriously.Mischa was taken to Matteo’s office to be questioned earlier, and I know nothing about what else is going on. I overheard two of thesoldatyquietly discussing it, saying they were going to go through her internet history. There’s no way I can allow them to discover the truth of my sister’s online activities, including her trekking through the dark web as she likes to do. She’s always been there for me, and now she needs me to do the same, to have her back.

I pace from one end of the room to the other in my and Luciano’s shared quarters, a plan beginning to form. I have to get to Matteo's office before they can uncover anything incriminating, showing she was searching for information on their pasts and any leads she’s not supposed to have. I know my sister well enough to realize it’ll be the first step she takes in whatever plans she’s concocted. Of course, I’m on board with us helping find whoever has been threatening the Vendettis and also tried to kill us, but not at the risk of ruining my marriage in the process. Or of breaking Capo’s trust when he’s barely gotten used to the idea of having another brother and sister-in-law under his roof.

No matter how many times I repeat to myself that Mischa will be okay, that she’ll come out of this unscathed, I can't shake off the bone-deep worry. It gnaws at me, the unsettling feeling morphing into a relentless beast, clawing its way into my heart. The day passes in a blur, me waiting on the coast to finally be clear while internally fighting with myself over what the best possible call to action would be. I don’t want to get us both killed, so this situation has to be handled delicately. I’m guessing my sister went in headfirst and it’s why she’s now in this mess.

I text Luciano, asking him to come to the room. A little while later, I send a message again and tell him I need to see him. My carefully worded requests morph from mentioning we have things to discuss to finally me breaking down and asking him if Mischa is safe. If she’s okay, or if I should be worried.

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