Angelo pulled me inside and carried me over to the dining room table. “Say no more. You know how much I love fucking with Nico. And fucking you.”
He shoved down his pants and boxers and kicked them to the side. His dick was already hard and looked even bigger with all the piercings. I licked my lips at the sight of him. It felt so good having the metal rubbing my inner walls.
He stroked his length and pressed down on my stomach. My back hit the wooden table, and I propped myself on my elbows.
I pushed out my palm. “Wait, you have to film it.”
Angelo’s mouth tipped up into a sly grin. “You’re a dirty little slut. I like it.” He picked up his phone from the table and started typing. “I’ll do you one better. Nico can watch me defile your beautiful body in real-time.”
He bent forward, and a crazed look flickered in his golden-brown eyes before his tongue rolled over my clit. I cried out from the sudden contact. He flicked his tongue ring. Then he went back to licking me straight down the middle. And when the metal moved inside me, it was pure fucking torture.
With his left arm raised, he held up the phone as Nico answered on FaceTime. I could see his face appear on the screen.
“I’m in the middle of something,” Nico said with an annoyed expression on his handsome face. “I gotta call you back.”
“I have someone who wants to say hello,” Angelo held out the phone for Nico to see me. “Are you too busy now?”
“What the fuck?” Nico groaned. “Call me back when you’re done.”
“No,” I interjected. “I want you to see what you’re never getting again.”
Nico sighed. “Ava, you know I’m sorry. I don’t have a choice. I have to marry Vittoria.”
Angelo sucked on my clit, and I moaned as he tasted me. I gripped the table’s edge and arched my back, desperate for more of his tongue.
“Watch me, Nico,” I whispered. “Your brother is so good at eating pussy.” My fingers wove through Angelo’s short, dark hair. “Mmm…”
His tongue darted inside me, licking every inch of my sensitive flesh. Like a starved animal, he devoured me.
“Fuck,” Nico groaned. “You look good enough to eat.”
“Are you watching porn, Nicodemus?” Dante’s voice was deep and sexy but also filled with irritation. “Turn that shit off.”
He turned the phone so that Dante could see me, and I could see him. I rubbed my thumbs over my nipples and whimpered as Angelo ate my pussy.
Dante stared at me without speaking for a solid minute, his jaw clenched. Of course, he was angry.
Shocker.
I licked my lips and maintained eye contact with Dante as Angelo feasted on my pussy. “Hey, Bossman.”
Dante shook his head, nostrils flaring. “Still up to your slutty ways, I see. I let you out of my sight for an hour, and you’re back to whoring yourself out to my brothers.”
“Well, I tried to whore myself out to you. But you’re no fun.”
Dante didn’t make a move to leave, so maybe he was going to watch. Nico was breathing harder, his chest rising and falling.
Angelo stopped licking me for a second to speak to his brother, his lips glistening with my cum. “When was the last time you had sex, Dante. Get over here and bury your underused dick in her tight pussy before it falls off.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
So did Nico.
“Fuck off!” Dante snapped. “All of you.”
Then he disappeared from the screen.
“Get back here,” Angelo yelled. “Watch our girl come for me.”