Bastian pulls out but I’m not left wondering why.
Dante leaves the bed, goes to the hope chest, and pulls out a bottle of something all the while being blindfolded. He’s back between my legs. The cool feel of gel soothes the hot flesh but also makes me clench tight around the anal plug.
I release Con and turn my head. “Dante?” I caution him out of reflex more than fear.
“Silence and let me show you true pleasure. Trust me as I’ve trusted you.” His words are clipped. Firm.
He gently removes the toy from my ass and I feel a sense of void having that part of me not filled.
Hands guide me back to Con. “Let him care for you,” Bastian soothes. He’s guiding his brother’s cock back to my lips and the sight of his thick fingers with that skull ring gripping a cock has me spilling hot girl-cum all over his dick between my legs.
I open and take Con once again into my mouth.
“Just like that,” Con coaxes me.
Bastian looks on a moment longer before seeking his own pleasure. He pumps his massive cock into my clenching pussy so deep and hard Con and Dante both hold me down.
Pressure against my asshole has me holding my breath.
“Fuck, Laila, your ass is my personal heaven. Our heaven. Now take Con deeper in your mouth as I claim this beautiful ass.”
I whimper, opening my mouth, taking Con as deep as he can go.
Between us, Bastian reaches down and strokes a thumb over my clit as his brother pushes the enormous head of his cock an inch into my ass at a time, never stopping, never slowing until he is bottomed out deep in my back channel.
“Take him just like that. Breathe, push back, and let him in. It feels good, doesn’t it? Dirty and fucking good,” Bastian whispers in my ear, shooting me to new heights with the simple power of his words.
I melt for them. Turn to liquid lava in their arms. I’m so filled, stretched beyond what I think possible. My orgasm hums on the fringes of my senses.
I moan feverishly around Con’s shaft. He slowly sinks in and out of my mouth letting me get a handle on all the new sensations flooding my body.
They fall into a hypnotic rhythm. Our bodies move as one. Their cocks pump in and out of me, all our groans and moans filling the room.
All three carry me high, their hands and cocks working me so expertly I’m ready to shatter.
“Laila, come for us!”
I hear the words and know they have the power to command me.
Fireworks bigger than I’ve ever experienced explode inside me, leaving me momentarily blind. I pant, gasp and roll through my release.
“God, your mouth is milking me. I’m going to lose it.”
Con.
His punishing grip on my hair tightens. “Get ready to swallow me, little birdie. Drink fast and don’t spill a—” He roars with the power of his release. Pulse after pulse of cum spills down my waiting throat. I swallow fast, careful not to spill a single drop.
“Get ready for more, Laila. You’re going to take us both at the same time.”
Dante has a tight grip on my ass, Bastian on my hips. Together they work me with small, powerful thrusts. I clamp down on them like a vice and milk them, shimmying my hips just right to put a look of pure bliss on their faces.
Hot jets of cum spill into my ass and Bastian empties every single drop inside my pussy.
I moan through a wave of aftershocks made ten times more powerful from the pulsating cocks filling me to the brim.
Shivering and a little more than just shaky from being shared between three men, I collapse over Bastian’s chest. My pulse races and my breath catches.
These men are powerful. With a phone call, they could have a body show up in the morgue the same day. They could take anything they want from me. Yet them letting the power shift to me as long as I need it leaves me humbled and beyond grateful. They don’t need me to complete them. They are complete as individuals. I am the one who needs them. They complete me. The part of my soul stolen from a man who should have protected me is restored with their touches, their gentleness. They are monsters to so many. But to me, they are my broken gods. My villains. My baby’s fathers.