Page 98 of PortCity Killers

I bit down, branding their instructions in my brain. But remembering to keep quiet would be a struggle and a half. Valentina’s tinkling laughter zinged through me as she pushed me to Don. He grabbed my hands, helping me settle atop his lap.

“Our beautiful muñequita,” his voice hummed as he lifted his nose under my chin, pulling me closer.

My legs dropped to the empty space on either side of his, my thighs spilling across his lap; his cock hard between them. I wanted to slide up and down his length, pull him into me, but I stayed still; so still I thought I could feel the burn from the effort.

Don lifted me, adjusting me to his liking. He brought my hands to his shoulders, allowing me to cup his neck as he rubbed against my aching center. I whimpered, biting down on my tongue to keep from making sound, as much as possible.

“It’s a shame you won’t be able to scream around our cocks like a proper whore,” Valentina came up behind us. I could feel the heat of her skin against my back as she leaned into me, “I would have loved to hear how pretty you scream when you’re stuffed full.”

“Maybe Vosco will come in and find us,” Don’s hands gripped my ass, spreading me. The cool air hitting such intimate places had me trembling. “Wouldn’t that be something, Reina? We could truly fill our pretty doll.”

She made a humming noise, “Would you like that? To be passed around like a ragdoll?”

I gripped Don’s neck, my eyes wide and pleading for him to do something with my mouth before I used it myself.

“I think she does,” he teased, giving me his full pouty lips, brushing them against mine but never once stopping long enough for a kiss.

It took everything in me not to react, not to gobble up the offering in front of me. Instead, I focused on the electricity that shot through me at the prospect of having them all inside me, of being filled like that.

I wanted nothing more than to feel them, guiding my body, taking everything away from me. Bryce certainly would give it to me if only Valentina would get over her bullshit with him.

She shook a tiny bottle in front of me that I recognized from my pull-out drawer next to my bed, bringing me back to the present. She stroked something behind me, letting me feel the length of whatever toy she had chosen for herself tonight against my backside.

I was lifted, adjusted until the head of Don’s cock was sliding against my slit, knocking into my clit with every shallow thrust of his hips. His big hands gripped my ass, tilting my own hips to expose me to Valentina.

The lube was warm when her fingers started their slick wandering. She pressed gently, gripping the back of my neck in a possessive gesture that had heat pouring through me.

“Relax, muñequita. No thinking, just this.” She entered me slowly, with gentle care I knew wouldn’t last long once she had worked me up enough.

I let go of everything, loving the tingle that zinged up and down my back as she moved, adding another finger when she thought I was ready. Don watched, his eyes tracking every micro expression on my face with fascination. He licked his lips, pulling me by the hips softly back and forth against Valentina’s hand.

My teeth hurt from keeping silent between them. I almost broke, the strangled sounds coming from me only fueling the two.

Valentina pushed something between my lips, “Open her mouth, Don.”

He did, his fingers coming up to open me wide. The taste of Valentina and silk slid against my tongue, making me moan.

“It was cruel to think she could keep quiet, but this will help, won’t it, hermosa?” She kissed the side of my face.

I heard the cap on the lube flick closed before she was pressing against my ass again with something a little more substantial than her fingers. I breathed hard around the intrusion.

Don’s hand gripped my jaw, “Relax.”

I breathed into it; breathed into the pressure, the tinge of pain that was so delicious it froze you on the spot as she pressed further into me. By the time she was fully seated inside of me I was limp, my body leaning into Don’s. He was slow in his movements, letting me adjust to the fullness of having them both inside of me. Something I was incredibly grateful for.

Tears tracked down my face, the pleasure was so much. Every piece of me from my head to my toes tingled and twisted into something greater. Valentina’s free hand slid to my empty hip.

The two of them held me, moved me for their pleasure and guided me. All I could do was hold on, my nails digging into Don’s neck. Valentina’s panties did nothing to block the ragged screams they dragged from my body.

They were released from the very depths of my soul, ripping through me like the Giovenni’s were a twin set of keys opening me to the world.

And fuck did it feel good to be exposed to them like this. They set their pace to match their personalities: Don was slow, full, and deep. He fucked me like he had nothing better to do, and nowhere else to go. But Valentina? Fuck, it was just as glorious.

She plunged into me like she had something to prove. Her hips snapped against my ass, one hand on my hip and the other keeping me in place by the back of my neck. She fucked me like an animal, quick and claiming. It left me sobbing into Don’s chest, my fingers grappling at him like he was the last strip of reality I could ground myself to.

I was nothing but an empty vessel for them to fuck and fill, used as they saw fit. I couldn’t see anything that wasn’t Don. I couldn’t taste anything that wasn’t Valentina. Together all I knew was the two of them. Their warmth.

My release built inside of me, layers atop layers of pleasure so deep that I didn’t know where one began or ended. They filled me, plunging in and out in a brutal dance that left me breathless and trembling. My muscles ached, only adding to the intensity of the burst of energy and heat that filled me. I shuddered, crying against my gag.

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