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I don’t have a chance to be scared. The electricity frying my senses flashes through me and I’m spilling my hot juices all over us both.

“Show me how good a virgin’s pussy is.” Dante’s crude words elicit a filthy moan from me. Bastian takes my hand, passes my fingers over my drenched folds, and holds them out to Con.

I look on as he sucks each digit clean.

“You think you can take Bastian again? I want to see that mouth work him deep,” Con asks, his smile saying he believes he already knows the answer.

Dante wraps his hand around Bastian’s hard, leaking cock.

My eyes widen at the sight of him passing his thumb through Bastian’s pre-cum and suddenly my body can do all the things I thought impossible a moment ago.

Fuck me. I can’t tear my eyes away. Seeing Dante’s tatted-up and ringed fingers gripping such a hard cock makes my pussy clench.

“Suck him.” Dante strokes Bastian from base to tip, pulling ropes of pre-cum to leak over the head and down the side of Bastian’s hard shaft.

Bastian’s head falls back and he thrusts into Dante’s hand.

I shudder with feelings I’ve never felt before and some I have. Lust isn’t new. But the cravings to be shared between men who have no problem seeking and giving pleasure is something I’ve never experienced.

My whole body trembles, melts with anticipation, sending my heart into a fluttering race.

All three are gorgeous, made of granite, and beyond aroused. Knowing they are this hard for me sends another wave of heat to pool between my legs.

“I know I can, now stop taking it easy with me.”

Three sets of eyes narrow one me and a wash of adrenaline spikes through my blood.

“As you wish,” all three promises.

Six

Laila

Con pushes me to all fours and Dante guides his brother’s cock to my lips. I open wide and wrap my lips around the bulbous head and deep throat him in one take. I work more of him in until I can no longer breathe.

“Beautiful. That mouth was made to suck my cock,” Dante gruffly whispers to me in his native language. “Now open a little more for me. That’s it.”

Between my legs, someone strokes their fingers from my clit to my asshole. They swirl the juices around my back entrance, teasing the flesh but not entering.

Bastian takes over feeding me his cock so Dante can do other things. Like slipping the head of his shaft between my folds. The coolness from his rings contrasts the sizzling feel of his flesh on mine.

Bastian fists my hair and keeps my attention on him when Dante flexes upward and spreads my virgin hole with the fat head of his cock. Pain and a heady sense of pleasure spike through me. I claw at Bastian’s thighs and he does nothing but slip out of my mouth and drive back in.

Blood wells around my fingernails but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he increases his speed and fucks my mouth harder and faster.

Behind me, Con grips my hips and forces me over his brother’s cock. I cry out around Bastian but nothing nor no one is stopping this from happening. Especially me.

Con drags his tongue across my asshole and what I thought impossible happens.

All my senses hit overload at the same time. Pleasure roars and fire explodes through me. I let it feed uncontrolled and fall into the flames willingly. I want to melt into molten liquid. I want to fracture into a thousand pieces.

My nails dig deeper and I whimper around Bastian’s cock. His hold on my hair tightens. He takes one of my hands and together we grip his cum-filled balls while he pumps into my mouth over and over. His big dick slides over my tongue and Bastian groans.

My heart races. Bastian is so close. I can feel the throbbing pulse. I slide off him and then back again. His swelling shaft spreads my lips with the need to seek his release. He pulls out and his cock looks wet with my spit and anger. So red and angry and then he’s right back to fucking my mouth with hard, controlled strokes.

“Suck my cock,malyshka. Suck it nice and deep. But don’t fucking make me come in your mouth. I want the first milk you take from me in your pussy.”

I moan and pant, taking everything he gives me. First? As if there will be more? I can’t wrap my brain around his words.


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