Page 19 of Our Love Story

We each committed to opening ourselves up to her, guiding her closer to us so that when we all come together, she will be more than ready to take what we have to offer.

Which is everything.

She is delicious and her pretty pink mouth opens wide as my tongue finds hers. I devour her like she is the last sweet thing I’ll ever taste.

But I know that’s not true. I will be tasting plenty more delicious things when it comes to Chloe.

She murmurs sweet nothings against me... loving this...wanting this...needing this.

Maybe it’s not sweet nothings at all.

Maybe it is a sweet necessity.

I need more of her; I need to feel her pussy. I need to press my fingers inside her, working her tight little cunt so it will be ready for my massive cock when the time comes.

Mason told us last night that she worked her little pussy over on the beach for him. He said she dripped as she came.

Now it’s time for me to see her pussy for myself.

“I need you, too,” I tell her. Leaning over her so I can unbutton her jumpsuit, then push it off her shoulders, pulling it past her hips and tossing it aside.

“Will someone see us?” she asks. We’re in the middle of the field, which is in the middle of nowhere. Lost on an island, and while I know there’s a Jeep waiting for us about a quarter of a mile away, there’s no one here, no one coming.

I smile because that’s wrong.

I’m planning on two people coming pretty damn soon.

“Right now, it’s just you and me, bella,” I tell her.

She nods in understanding. Or maybe she nods because she doesn’t care. She’s as interested in this moment as I am. And when she reaches her hands up, begging me to peel off my jumpsuit too, I know she needs this moment to speed up.

“Just take it all off,” she tells me. “I want to see your cock again. It’s been two nights since I saw how big you are, and I’ve been dreaming about it, Enzo. And those hands of yours? After you gave me a shoulder massage, all I’ve been thinking about is what else your fingers could do.” She bites her bottom lip like an innocent little virgin.

But I know she’s not so innocent. Fuck, she’s willing to sleep with four men at once. There’s nothing naïve about this baby girl.

Lucky me.

Hell, lucky us.

“My fingers know exactly what to do.” I take off my clothes, then pull down my boxers because if my bambino wants to see my cock, that’s what my bambino is going to get.

“Oh, my God,” she says, her eyes wide. “You’re just so freaking big, Enzo... and long. You’re so...” She shakes her head, looking at me in disbelief.

“So, what?” I prompt, looking down at her. I drop to my knees and begin peeling away her cut-off shorts, her tank top is riding up high on her waist, and her massive tits are barely contained in it. She doesn’t have an extra bra. We should probably take her shopping.

All she has right now are some castoffs we found in the pool house. A few skimpy swimsuits and some ill-fitting clothing.

She said she didn’t mind.

The truth is, I don’t mind either. I like seeing her half-dressed at any given moment. I like the idea of her not wearing any panties. Any bra.

And why should she wear a bra? Her breasts are so fucking huge, so bouncy and perky. Tits that were made for sex. Tits that were made to be seen.

“You look so perfect,” she says, reaching for my chest. “Your arms are so hard; your ass is firm.” She reaches back and grabs it playfully before smacking the bare skin. She laughs, letting a cascade of giggles escape.

Then I put my finger out, scolding her like a naughty girl. “You want to give me a spanking?” I raise an eyebrow. “Because I don’t know if you’re ready for that game, Chloe. If you want to play dirty, I have a feeling it might get dirtier than you’re ready for.”

“And what tells you that I wouldn’t like things filthy myself?” she asks teasingly.

I look at her creamy skin, and I pull her shorts off of her completely and spread her thighs. Her knees drop to the side and I take in the view of her perfect pussy—getting hard as fuck as I look her up and down. Her little clit is throbbing like a bud waiting to burst. Her pink folds are smooth and creamy. She’s wet just looking at me.

“I question how filthy you really are because I look at you and all I see is an angel. Pure and innocent, totally unblemished. You look like you fell from heaven.”

But she shakes her head, licking her lips slowly. Then, reaching for my hand with her own, she presses my fingers against her swollen pussy, hot and ready.


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