Page 28 of DeLucas After Dark

My pussy pulses and moisture seeps onto my thighs while my nipples harden and my skin prickles in anticipation.

Tácito rushes to undress and settle himself against a pile of cushions.

“Principessa, straddle Tácito but face me.”

All my tough talk fades and I hurry to comply. I want the orgasm they denied me, and the dark intent in Valentino’s blue eyes promises I will get what I want and then some.

I take Tácito in my hand to the sound of his delighted hiss, and stroke his velvety hardness. Maybe I can get a taste before

“Put him inside you. Slow. Tease him to make up for what he did to you.”

“Cabrón, I only did what you told me to do.”

“And when her wet heat engulfs you, you’ll thank me for it.”

I twist my head to wink at Tácito as I sink onto his dick until the head is inside me. Then I stop and flex my internal muscles, gripping and easing around him until he groans.

He grips my hips and rests his head against my back. “Ten compasión, mi corazón.”

I repeat my slow torture, though it is a double-edged sword, cutting me with its sharp edge. Tácito and I groan together every time I welcome a little more of him into my pussy.

Once he’s fully inside me, we sigh in partial relief. Because he can’t see my reaction to being filled by him, I lean my head back and grab his hair to pull him until our mouths meet. While our tongues silently speak our love to each other, I wind my waist, unable to sit still with Tácito’s dick filling me.

Tácito responds, slowly thrusting into me. Always tender. Always loving. Always what I need.

Valentino loosens my grip on Tácito’s hair to demand from him, “How does she feel?”

Tácito releases my mouth to answer, “She is the sweetest fire that not even heaven or hell can replicate.”

“And you, principessa? How do you feel?”

I glare at him, knowing my passion overflows my eyes. “Incomplete without you.”

He inhales a harsh breath then stands over me. “If you want my cock, take me out and make me cum with your mouth.”

Saliva pools inside my mouth. Eager to taste him because it’s been too long since the last time I had him on my tongue, I unzip his pants and fish him out. Suddenly, he takes my hands hostage.

“No hands.”

I nod, although I’m not a fan of this new command. Valentino is large in length and girth, and I love feeling his strength as I challenge myself with how much of him I can take.

Pre-cum copiously leaks from his dick, and my previous contention fizzles under my need to taste him. I lean forward in time for another thrust from Tácito to propel me into Valentino’s groin.

His scent envelopes me, dark, musky, and all mine. He cages my head and feeds me his dick while holding my gaze captive. Within the glittery depths of his blue eyes, is his steely control. Control I want to undermine.

He slowly pushes in and out of my mouth, nothing like the beast he proclaimed to be before I announced my pregnancy. No matter how many times I tell Valentino that I don’t need him to be gentle, he withholds himself from me. I’m healthy, I follow my doctor’s orders, and I refuse to let my husbands fuck me with kid gloves.

I pull back from Valentino and nuzzle his sack, lulling him into a state of complacent enjoyment for the moment I lightly press down with my teeth.

“Fuck!” Valentino surges away.

I flip my hair and glare. “If I can’t use my hands, you can’t treat me like porcelain. Fuck my mouth the way I like, or watch from the chair as Tácito makes me come on his dick.”

“Sloane…” he says in that dark voice that tells me I’m pushing his buttons.

Of course, Tácito ruins my image by pinching my nipple and thrusting inside me, causing me to gasp and close my eyes. When I open them again, Valentino reaches out to grab my face.

“Don’t say you didn’t ask for this.”

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