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I hear and feel the judder as the two men slap their hands together high. Alessio growls, “Oh, yes. We could spread her and split her for a double.”
Is it possible that I’m falling in love with two men at once? When I’m literally tumbling already for their stepbrother?
Bruno’s strong fingers and Alessio’s unstoppable hand both work my lips and my clit so I can’t even tell which is which. And I’m turning to jelly, coming in splashing gushes, one splattering crest after another. Bruno massages my ass open. Working me, easing and teasing me wider. When he slips his thick finger in, then another, then one more, the stretches are pain and pleasure in cartwheel turns. I’m zinging inside and shaking uncontrollably from my toes to my head to my fingertips.
Bruno’s cock is slick and slippery with my juices, and he’s relaxed my ass open. My mouth and eyes stretch wide and and my spine pulls up. I shudder as he presses his crown in.
I grasp at Alessio’s hard ass, digging my nails in as my wet face screws tight. I have to hold on to keep from losing his cock from my wet throat.
I haven’t had enough of Alessio’s cock in my throat when he hauls me off by my hair and pulls me up to look in his eye.
“Ready for the two in one, Princess?”
My head shakes. His chuckle is merciless.
I’m too preoccupied with the enormous shaft up my ass and anyway, I’m too drooly to risk speaking.
Alessio swoops down to hook his arms behind my knees, and he scoops my feet off the floor and spreads me wide. Bruno holds my breasts and my throat while his cock jams deeper up my ass. Alessio moves in tight and rubs his cock, still wet from my mouth, up and down the fluttering wings of my pussy.
As the ridges of Alessio’s underside scrape against my clit, Bruno takes hold of my thighs, so he can slide me up and down in rhythm to his own pelvic thrusts. Alessio is free to open my blazer and my shirt, and snap the clasp at the front of my sheer bra. With my arms outstretched over his shoulders, I fall onto him.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Imoan and gasp at the sensations, first of the cool air on my naked skin, then of Alessio’s warm hands, and then his wet mouth.
Being so close between both of them makes my heart swell and race. It makes me me yearn. However much the storm of physical sensation explodes through me, I can’t deny the rising and pounding emotions I’m feeling, too. My body needs physical closeness with Bruno and Alessio, but the fact that Carlo isn’t here makes me want him all the more.
The slick head of Alessio’s cock is rubbing at my entrance. Bruno has my ass stretched hard on his cock. I want this so much.
I take a grip of Alessio’s fat shaft. It feels like the hardest thing I ever did, but I drop
Bruno lavishes wet kisses on my neck. Alessio grazes the other side with his teeth and lips. Their breaths and their voices are in both my ears, one on each side. I feel like I’m caught, swirling in a sea of men, while both of their cocks pound into me.
I shove Alessio back and drop my head onto his cock. Just in time. He pulls and pinches my nipples, hard as bullets.
Bruno fires thick splats of hot cum into my ass. Alessio’s cock shoots a torrent of gorgeous, thick jizz into my neck.
We all explode together. Huge. Loud. Wet and hot. And we sink into a delirious, six-arm embrace. Sticky. Drenched. Spent.
Dozily, I hear myself say into Bruno’s neck as I hold him, “This has to be what love feels like.” His head leans against mine, and he pulls me closer. I ramble on, “Real, raw, painful, joyous, grown-up adult love.”
When Bruno pinches and slaps my ass, it only intensifies the cloud of feeling. “Don’t you forget it, Princess.”
Alessio is warm and close on the other side, stroking me and whispering, “Principessa. Our principessa.”
One at a time, I kiss them both then hold eye contact. “I don’t mean just the thing that we do together, but the things, the feelings that go beyond the physical.” I look from one to the other again, “Tell me if I’m just being crazy. Are you feeling this, too?”
“Sure.”
“You’re our princess.”
As we start to rouse and dress, none of us can keep our hands off each other. Touching skin before it’s covered up. Bruno caresses my ass and my thighs before I sheath them back into my pants. Alessio touches and holds my breasts, planting kisses on my nipples.
He says, “We all need to stay together. Between us, we have something. I know I’m speaking for all of us.” He looks at Bruno. “We want you. We all want you. We want to keep you as our princess. Completely. I’m sure Bruno has told you why I shouldn’t inherit control of the family.” Bruno is almost grinning. “And he’s right.”
Surprised, I ask Alessio, “You don’t want it?” I’m surprised at what he said, but also at the realization they must have talked about this all in some detail. I get a thrill, just thinking of these men huddling to talk about me.
“I do.” His face is earnest. Ever the emperor. Or emperor in waiting, perhaps. “I was made to be a capo. But I wasn’t born to it. Not for this family.”
