She gagged softly but didn’t stop, even as tears began to pool in her lashes. I cupped the back of her head with one hand, the other stroking her throat—feelingmyself inside her.
“She’s gonna fall apart if we don’t give her something,” Luca muttered, eyes on her trembling thighs. “She’s soaked.”
I pulled her off again. She was gasping, flushed, wrecked from themouth alone.
“You want our hands on you?” I asked, stroking her cheek.
She nodded frantically.
Luca tilted her chin toward him. “Thenearn it. Show us you can take it—rough. Deep. Without complaining.”
She didn’t hesitate this time.
She sucked him down like sheneededit to breathe.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, fist curling in her hair as his hips barely rocked. “You’re making me so fucking proud… choking on my cock.” He held her down to the base, her throat fluttering as she choked—and still, she didn’t fight him. “That’s our girl,” he murmured, voice thick. “Just a bit longer, baby. Let me really feel that beautiful throat.”
I placed my hand on her throat, leaning down until my mouth brushed her ear.
“Good girl,” I kissed her ear. “Good fucking girl… choking on Daddy’s cock. You love it, don’t you, baby?”
Luca pulled her back.
She gasped for air, “Yes…I love it.”
That broke something inside me.
And I saw it in Luca—the same flash of heat, the same strain behind his eyes.
We were bothright there—fighting every instinct to flip her onto her back, to press her down and give what she was begging for.
But we didn’t.
Just.
Luca’s voice dropped, rough with restraint. “You want us to fuck your mouth until your legs give out? Is that it?”
She nodded, one hand pressed between her thighs—trying to soothe the ache.
I grabbed her wrist.
“No touching yourself.Not unless we say.You get it whenwegive it.”
“Please…” she whispered.
“Say it louder.”
“Please. I need it—I want to beused. I want your hands on me. I want tocome.”
I grabbed her chin and kissed her—wet, possessive, brutal. Then I pulled back just enough to growl against her lips.
“You’re not gonna come untilwesay so. And when we do? You’ll comeour way. On our fingers. On our tongues. On our cocks. We’ll ruin you inwhatever order we fucking want.”
Luca moved behind her again, palms sliding up her waist, fingers dragging over her soaked thighs. Her breath was ragged now.
“I will,” she promised. “I’ll do anything—just…touch me. Please.”
I wrapped my fist in her hair again, dragging her mouth back to my cock, hovering just above it.