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Chiara was standing under the spray of water in the shower. She was tired and high-strung, especially after hearing Heather talk about her latest sex fest.
The entire time Heather described being taken in every way by two men, Chiara kept thinking about Cash and Zane.
She was so turned on right now, despite the fact that they could potentially take over the family company. She couldn’t get them out of her head.
She trailed her fingers down her taut belly. Closing her eyes, she thought of them. Zane, and his dark, black hair, exotic blue eyes, and perfect muscles. She imagined him standing before her, naked, with his long, thick cock in his hands waiting for her to taste him.
Her lips parted as her fingers slowly crept closer to her pussy lips. Then she imagined Cash. He was the quiet one. So serious and in control. She could practically feel his large, firm hands on her hips, then his fingers on her breasts. Chiara pressed a finger up into her pussy. She felt the moisture. She was turned on from just thinking about them.
She began to slowly push in and out of her channel. When one digit wasn’t enough, she added a second and then a third. She felt the tightness in her belly, and so badly she wanted to find relief. In and out, she panted for each breath, then widened her thighs, pressed one hand palm forward against the wall as she thrust her hips against her fingers.
Zane and Cash were both there watching her, stroking their cocks as she stroked her cunt. She was right there. Almost there.
She exploded in pleasure. She rode out the small orgasm, brought on by her own ministrations, but ultimately found her release. She panted and tried to relax as she pulled her fingers from her wet cunt, and felt the ache there from her hard thrusts. So badly she wished it were Cash and Zane’s cocks instead of her fingers.
The thought seemed to bring her instantly back to the present.
They weren’t hers to enjoy. They were men, just like the others, out to land the company. They liked to fuck women together. That was what Sasha said. Chiara couldn’t let her guard down long enough for one of them, never mind both.
The sounds of banging brought her completely out of her fog. She turned off the shower faucets and stepped out of the custom shower. Grabbing a towel to dry off, she then pulled on a fluffy black robe before running her fingers through her hair. The banging continued.
Now her cell phone was ringing, and the main line in the condo.
She answered it as she approached the living room.
“Chiara! Oh thank God. Are you okay? Where the hell are you?”
“I’m home. I was in the shower.”
“Jesus. Did Cash and Zane get there?” her father asked her.
“Cash and Zane?” she asked as the banging continued.
“Yes. When they get there, let them in. Jesus, I was so scared. Let them in to check everything out. It’s going to be fine.”
She walked toward the door, wondering what in God’s name was happening. She peeked through the peephole on the door and saw both men. They looked pissed.
Slowly she opened up the door.
“Are you okay?” Zane asked first. Both men entered with guns drawn, searching her condo.
“What is going on?”
Cash placed his gun behind his back and into a holster or something there. He was dressed in black dress pants and a button-down burgundy shirt. The first few buttons were undone, and he looked sexy.
As Zane came quickly back into the room, stating there was an all clear, she got a good look at him.
Instantly embarrassment hit her face. If they only knew what she had been up to.
“Why didn’t you answer the phone?” Cash asked.
“What about the fucking door. We were banging on it,” Zane added, placing one hand on his hip as he looked her over.
She clutched the robe to her chest. “I was showering.” They stood a foot apart and directly in front of her. She was barefoot, and these men were huge. Suddenly, her pussy came back to life again. She closed her legs and nibbled her bottom lip.
Zane looked her over. “Your father called us.”