Page 165 of Alessio

Different from before, but more intense.

His other hand came up to grab her jaw as he let go of her nipple, tipping his head higher to watch her face when she came a second time.

“Almost?” he asked her.

Ginevra swallowed hard. “Almost.”

“You want more?”

She nodded once.

Good.

Because what she wanted, they gave.

Corrado tipped his head to the side, making Alessio aware he thought the same thing and was ready for it whenever he wanted to move. Alessio pushed his hands against Ginevra’s thighs, and Corrado slowed behind her, removing himself from her body, and helping her to stand against the couch. It was long enough for Alessio to move over, and Corrado put Ginevra back on her knees on the couch, already slipping his cock back into her to fuck her from behind while Alessio stripped of his clothes.

He took all of thirty seconds to get rid of the shit in his way and find a condom in that bag to put on. Bottle of lube in hand, he handed it to Corrado as they let him resume his previous position, except this time, Ginevra’s hot pussy came down on Alessio’s cock.

The groan that came from him sounded foreign to his own ears, but he’d forgotten how much he loved this woman’s cunt. He let Ginevra ride him at the pace she wanted for, his hands skimming around to her ass to spread her wide. It gave Corrado easy access to work her from behind.

First, with his fingers. Stretching her wide and wanting to fill more and more with each twist of his digits inside her ass. The lube would ease the tension curling her shoulders as her breaths came out a little faster with each finger Corrado added. Her rhythm on him never changed, though, because damn, she wanted that.

It vibrated through her.

In every single inch of her.

“Tell me,” Corrado said where he kneeled behind Ginevra. “Tell me what you want, kitten.”

“Just …”

Air rushed from Ginevra.

Alessio leaned in and kissed her hot mouth. “Say it for him. He wants you to use words, kitten.”

And so did he.

“Fuck my ass,” she whispered. “I need … I need … Please.”

Corrado’s next moan came out thankful and husky at the same time. He stood, his hand finding Ginevra’s shoulder as he fit in behind her. Alessio’s fingers squeezed on Ginevra’s ass, slowing her to a stop. He could tell by the tightening of Ginevra’s muscles and the low cry that fell from her trembling lips when Corrado pressed his cock into her ass.

Alessio distracted her with kisses, swallowing all those sounds she let loose, and soothing the tension in her body. But that noise she made when Corrado fit tightly against her, cock buried deep, and she sat all the way down on Alessio again …

Primal, he thought.

So fucking raw, really.

Her pussy flexed all around him, taking his breath away when she mumbled, “Please move … fuck me.”

Corrado’s hand found one of Alessio’s on Ginevra’s ass. Their fingers wove again, tight together as they both found a steady, fast rhythm that allowed one to flex into Ginevra as the other pulled off her. He used the hand he still had on her ass to lift her on his cock, and to yank her down harder with each thrust.

But her like this?

Perfect.

Undoubtedly.

Free with her back arched, and ass curved out. Head thrown back, and waves of dark hair falling over her shoulders. Those tits of hers pert and pink nipples hard from his handling. She’d have their marks by the morning, both seen and invisible. She’d ache from them, even sitting down, they would linger on her … and that drove him fucking crazy.