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Leone chuckles low beside me, his warmth seeping into my skin. “Doppio il piacere, Bella,” Milo murmurs.
My brows furrow when Leone grips my chin and turns my face toward him.
“He said ‘double the pleasure, beautiful’,” Leone translates for me. Their confidence unnerves me and leaves me unsure.
I sense Milo pulling back slightly, maybe doubting. Still, Leone is quick to chase away any hesitation, leaning in to lick along my lips before forcing his tongue into my mouth in a way that makes me groan before his lips trail down on my jaw.
“Imagine both of our mouths on your body,” Leone’s voice is a sinful whisper near my ear, sending shivers down my spine as his hand moves, boldly slipping between my thighs.
Milo’s gaze burns into me as he looks at my exposed pussy, and I feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Leone doesn’t stop there; his mouth travels lower, capturing a nipple while his fingers dance between my legs, parting me, stroking me into a heated frenzy.
“Open your thighs for him, tesoro,” Leone coaxes, his touch commanding me to respond. I can’t help but arch into him, my eyelids fluttering closed as Milo moves between my legs, his mouth replacing Leones fingers.
“Let us make you feel good,” he growls.
Heat sears through me, a twisting coil of wrongness and rapture, as Leone’s mouth charts a path of fire across my trembling skin. My mind screams it’s wrong, yet my body betrays me, craving their touch. The feel of them, each different and devastating—Leone’s lips latched onto the tender flesh of my breasts, the gentle scrape of his teeth sending shocks straight to my core. Milo is unrelenting between my legs.
“Ah...” escapes my lips, a broken syllable of surrender as Milo slides a finger inside me, stretching, probing, while his mouth continues its work. I’m split open, raw with need, feeling every stroke of his fingers and the swirl of his tongue. Then, just as suddenly, he withdraws, leaving me gasping for more.
I barely register Leone shifting beside me, pulling my leg over his hip as he watches Milo for a second. Milo’s hand grips my other thigh, forcing it high and wider, baring me to his hungry gaze. A flush of embarrassment heats my cheeks when his tongue traces lower, exploring places untouched, and I squirm away from him, trying to shield myself from the intensity of Leone’s stare and Milo’s tongue slipping lower.
“Now she’s embarrassed,” Leone murmurs, rolling off the bed with a predatory grace that leaves a void where his warmth once was. Milo sits up, his eyes dark with desire—and something else, amusement maybe—as he catches my flushed expression.
“Of course I am,” I blurt, the words catching in my throat. “He just...” Yet I can’t even bring myself to say where his tongue just was.
“But did you like it?” Milo’s voice drips with a sinful promise, his smirk so sexy it should be illegal. He watches me squirm under his gaze, heavy with an intensity that feels like it could consume me whole.
“Don’t be shy,” he laughs softly, his strong hands spreading my legs apart again. “Every inch of you is beautiful. Especially this pussy.”
A groan vibrates from his chest, low and primal, as Leone returns, a small bottle of lube glinting ominously in his hand. Panic flutters in my chest, the kind that comes from standing at the edge of a cliff.
“Shh,” Milo coaxes, leaning over, his lips finding mine. His tongue silences my worries, strokes my fears, and replaces them with a hunger that runs deeper than shame. “Calm down,” he says against my lips as Leone climbs back on the bed.
Milo moves back, so he is kneeling between my legs while I just want to cover up. “Open your legs wider for him, don’t hide from us,” Leone tells me. I shake my head, but Leone grips my chin. “I won’t ask again; I will just tie you down,” Leone threatens.
“What’s it going to be?” Milo asks, and I clench my eyes shut and let my knees fall back open.
“Good girl,” Leone murmurs before his lips descend on mine briefly.
“Swap places,” Leone orders Milo who doesn’t argue, just does as he is told, leaving me splayed open. Leone grips my thighs, dragging me closer as he settles between my legs, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of their mouths. Leone’s face is between my thighs, his tongue swirling around my clit. My breath hitches, and I bite down on my lip to stifle the moans threatening to spill from deep within.
“Look at how she writhes for us, Milo,” Leone growls against my pussy. Milo comes to kneel next to me while Leone’s fingers, slick with lube, press insistently against my back passage, circling slowly, teasing before one slips inside. The sensation is strange and intense, and I can’t hold back a gasp as he stretches me gently.
“Bellissima,” Milo murmurs, his voice rougher. He’s at my side, his gaze locked on the action between my legs. But it’s his hand that captures my chin, tilting my face towards him, his other hand fisting his cock. “Open up for me, Fallon.”
His words are a command, and I part my lips obediently. Curiosity makes me eager to taste him, yet also slightly nervous. He guides himself into my mouth, his size filling me, setting a rhythm that mirrors the lewd dance of Leone’s fingers inside me, his tongue teasing me.
“Fuck…” Milo groans, his eyes darkening as I take him deeper.
The dual sensation of being explored so intimately, both front and back, has my mind reeling, the edge of pleasure sharp and dizzying.
“Does that feel good?” Leone’s voice is sin itself, his free hand creeping up to pinch a nipple, rolling it between his fingers until I squirm with need.
“More,” I try to beg, but my mouth is full of Milo so the words become moans. Milo laughs, thrusting into my mouth slowly, keeping the same pace, his thumb caressing the side of my cheek when he suddenly makes me gag when he pushes all the way in. “Relax your throat,” he orders.
“That’s it,” Milo murmurs, as I force myself to relax, breathing through my nose.
“Such a good girl,” Leone praises, adding another finger, stretching me further as he quickens his pace. The push and pull of his hand are matched by Milo’s thrusts, the two of them taking me apart piece by piece.
