Page 90 of Beautifully Broken
The dual assault of Uncle Tony’s mouth between my legs, Nonno’s on my chest drives me wild, my body arching, desperate.
“Tell us what you need, Sasha,” Nonno orders, his tone firm, his hand sliding up to cup my face, thumb brushing my lips. His possessiveness wraps around me, a shield and a claim, and I feel safe, cherished, utterly theirs.
“More,” I gasp, my voice trembling, my body alight. “You, all of you… I need you inside me, please.”
Daddy’s hands still, his eyes locking with mine, a silent question.
I nod, and he shifts, unbuttoning his shorts, freeing himself; hard, ready, his desire for me clear in the reddening tip.
Uncle Tony moves away, leaving me dripping and on the edge of release.
“You’re ours, sweetheart,” he says, positioning himself between my thighs, the sand shifting beneath him. He enters me slowly, a steady thrust, filling me, and I moan, my hands reaching for him, nails digging into his arms. His rhythm is controlled, deliberate, each movement a claim, his eyes never leaving mine.
Uncle Tony growls, his hands still on my hips, guiding me, his lips brushing my ear. “Ours, tesoro. Only we get to feel you like this.” His hands roam my sides, my stomach, stoking the fire as Daddy moves, deep and sure, filling me as perfectly as only these three men can.
Nonno shifts, kneeling closer, his hand guiding mine to him. He’s freed himself, his length thick, straining, and I stroke him, my fingers trembling.
“Ours to love,” he murmurs, his voice a low command, his hand covering mine, guiding my rhythm. His eyes burn with possession, watching me pleasure him as Daddy drives into me, the sensations blending—Daddy’s steady thrusts, Uncle Tony’s rough hands, Nonno’s controlled guidance.
The sea’s rhythm matches ours, waves seeming to crash in time with my gasps, the salt air mingling with the musk of our bodies, the sweet scent of sex I’ve come to love.
My skin is slick with sweat, sand clinging to my back, my thighs, a gritty reminder of this wild, raw moment. Cleanup will be Hell, but right now, none of us care.
Uncle Tony’s grip shifts, one hand guiding me down, his voice a rough whisper, “Sasha, tesoro, take me.” I lower my mouth, my lips closing around him, and he groans, his fingers tangling in my hair as I move, taking him in, my tongue tracing him as he guides me gently but firmly.
Pleasure builds, a tight coil in my core, and I surrender fully, letting them take me, their possessiveness a heady balm to my usual control.
“Mine,” Daddy groans, his pace quickening, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling me closer. His thrusts deepen, hitting a spot that makes me cry out, my body trembling, so close.
“Ours,” Uncle Tony growls, thrusting deep into my throat in time with Daddy inside me, and Nonno in my hand. His touch is firm, unyielding, a promise no one else will ever have me. I belong to them.
“Always ours,” Nonno says, his voice steady, commanding, his hand tightening over mine as I stroke him, his breath hitching. He leans down, kissing me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth, and I’m lost, surrounded by them, their love, their need.
The coil snaps, pleasure crashing through me like the waves against the shore. I cry out, my body arching, clenching around Daddy as I come, stars bursting behind my eyes. Daddy follows, a low groan escaping him, his release hot and deep, his hands gripping me tight, possessive to the last.
Nonno’s breath stutters, and I feel him tense, his release spilling over my hand, a warm claim as he murmurs my name, “Sasha, piccolina.”
Uncle Tony’s hands tighten on me, his lips at my ear. “You’re ours, tesoro,” he whispers, his voice rough, reverent, as he holds me through the aftershocks, his touch grounding me, even as his hot cum floods my throat. I swallow around him, taking all of it inside me like the gift it is.
We collapse together, the sand cool beneath us, the sea’s whisper a gentle lullaby. Daddy pulls me close, his arm draped over my waist, his breath warm against my shoulder. Uncle Tony lies beside me, his hand resting possessively on my hip, while Nonno settles above, his fingers tracing my cheek, his green eyes soft but still fierce with ownership.
“I love you,” I whisper, my voice raw, encompassing all three. “Thank you for this.”
“Love you, sweetheart,” Daddy murmurs, kissing my temple, his hold tight, protective.
“Ours, always,” Uncle Tony says, his rough hand squeezing my hip, a vow in his touch.
“Forever, my dear girl,” Nonno adds, his voice steady, his fingers lingering on my skin. “You’re ours to keep, to love, to protect.”
I smile, my body heavy, sated, the weight of control lifted for this one night. The moonlight bathes us, the sea sings, and I feel whole, claimed, cherished, and utterly theirs.
