My core clenches in need at the sound of his special nickname for me. No matter what the meaning, when these men speak Italian, it does things to my lower regions, making it almost impossible to focus on anything besides them.
“That’s not fair.” I moan, rocking my hips along his cock. “I just want to leave my cage.”
His eyes snap to mine. “You’re not in a cage.”
Sliding his hands around my waist, he grips my butt cheeks and spins around, laying me down gently on the table and resting his body between my legs. Matteo runs the tip of his nose down the slope of my neck, nipping across my collarbone. “You’re cherished and protected.”
“I know, but…” I gasp as he slides his hand between our bodies, putting gentle pressure on my clit.
He chuckles as he nibbles his way down my neck, popping the button on my jeans, and slowly slides his fingers inside me, curling them slightly and causing colors to flash in my eyes.
“The things we plan to do to you,” Lifting my hips in time with his movements, I try desperately to find release.“Do you want to leave? Do you plan on turning us over to the wolves?” He bites down on my ear as he halts his movements.
I whimper in protest, reaching down and gripping his wrist, trying everything I can to get his hands to keep moving.
“Answer me,” he demands before beginning again.
“No.” I continue rocking back and forth, knowing in my heart I could never turn my boys over for my sister. “I need… I need… I need,” I repeat as the pleasure continues to build inside me.
“Me,” he growls before pressing his lips to mine.
“All three of you.”
Fire burns through my veins as his lips caress my bottom lip, and I open for him. His tongue strokes against mine, tasting the inside of my mouth before pulling back slightly and plunging back in.
Nothing compares to this moment. It’s as if a piece of my heart has fallen into place, the missing piece I’ve always kept protected from the world. Worried that if my biological parents could toss me to the side so easily, who could love me? But with each kiss, Matteo mends the wounded parts of my heart.
“Yes,” I whimper.
He grinds against me, pumping and jerking me against him. Pulling me closer and closer to the edge of the table. Matteo leans back, gripping the waistband of my jeans in his hands. “Lift,” he commands, quickly pulling off my jeans and tossing them to the side.
I moan as he hooks his finger around the side of my panties, pulling them to the side and inserting one finger between my swollen lips, sliding it in and out slowly, helping me get used to the intrusion. He continues his slow movements before adding another finger.
“I’ve thought about having your pussy gripping my cock all fucking day,” he growls, picking up the pace. I’m going to come. The rigid trunk of his erection is right on top of my clit, rubbing it roughly. Almost too roughly, but his tongue plunges into my mouth, devouring me from the inside. He pushes his rock-hard erection into my aching core, and both of us moan in pleasure.
The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room. His hand makes its way down my side before pushing up my T-shirt, exposing my skin, and planting a gentle kiss on my belly button.
“I want to taste that pretty cunt of yours.” He continues down my body, widening my legs to fit his broad shoulders. “That’s the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen,” he says in reverence before running his tongue along my folds.
I scream in pleasure, gripping his hair tightly in my hands while he continues to lap up my juices as they flow from me. My eyes squeeze closed tightly as he inserts one finger, curling it slightly.
“I’m so close,” I moan as I feel my pleasure building. Suddenly, stars flash through my eyes as he adds another finger. My body jerks, and my back arches off the table as I tumble over the edge. Liquid sprays from my pussy, all over the table and his face, but he continues to suck, not letting go of my swollen clit and drawing out my pleasure further.
“Matteo!” I scream loudly, gripping his hair tightly and holding it for fear I will float away. He continues pumping his fingers in and out as I come down, my entire body melting as my eyes droop shut.
He chuckles darkly. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
The sound of a chair being dragged across the floor echoes across the room before I feel Matteo wrap his hand around my hips. My entire body slides off the table, landing in his lap. He cups my tit in his hand, kneading in his palm as his dick jerks painfully against my core.
“Ride me.” Our eyes lock as I unfasten his pants, his cock springing free. I raise slightly, not once breaking eye contact before sliding down on his shaft with a groan.
I grip his shoulder tightly and rock back and forth, bringing myself closer and closer to the edge. He bites down softly on my neck, running his tongue over the skin in a soothing motion. His eyes flick up and lock on something over my shoulder. “We have company.”
“Don’t stop on our account.” Salvatore’s voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“I’ve always wondered what his cock would feel like.” Antonio’s ragged breathing can be heard around the room as he unfastens his pants, stroking his cock. “What does it feel like, Celia?”
“Hard.” I moan, my eyes locking on Antonio’s as he steps closer, and I turn my head to the side. The tip of his cock brushes against my lips before slipping inside.