My body acts on pure instinct. Rocking back and forth, I grind on his cock, my juice soaking him.
He mutters a curse, pressing himself against my heat. Shifting a little, I grab his hard on and position the tip at my entrance.
I sit back down slowly, savoring the feeling of him filling me again. Looks like Dante is displeased with my slow movements.
He grabs my hips and presses me down at the same time he thrusts up, taking himself deep inside me.
We both moan, keeping still just long enough to get used to the feeling. Moving my hips slowly, I gasp at the sensation of him hitting my spot.
It feels so damn good, making my walls flutter around his length. I do it again, chasing the same overwhelming feeling.
Dante's hands are still on my hips, but for now, he's content to let me move at my own pace.
Little by little, I start bouncing on his cock, taking in the pleasure it gives me.
Eventually, he takes control. He leans up and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking it as he holds my hips in place for his thrusts.
He starts rough, slamming into me with powerful thrusts, and I'm amazed he can do that while lying down.
Curses flow from his mouth as he takes over, fucking me like he needs it to survive.
I can hear how wet I am as he fucks me—the sound seems to drive him wild.
My body tenses as I near my orgasm, but Dante slows his thrusts until he stops moving altogether.
I look at him with a question in my eyes, but he only pulls me down to him, squashing my breasts against his chest.
I jerk as I feel wet fingers teasing my asshole, but Dante holds me firmly against him.
Gripping my hair with one hand, Dante lifts my head to kiss me. The kiss leaves me breathless, and I can't think of anything other than his lips against mine.
I feel only a small discomfort as the finger pushes into me. It doesn't hurt, but I know what's coming next.
I'd asked them to fill me up, but that doesn't make me any less nervous.
Dante distracts me as another finger joins the first, kissing me and giving slow, shallow thrusts with his cock still inside me.
Matteo scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me for what's to come. I whimper when he pulls them out, and Dante stops moving again.
My body goes rigid as I feel Matteo's cock nudging my asshole. As much as I trust him, I'm scared.
I've never done this before, and I know they're both big enough to split me in two.
As the tip of Matteo's cock presses inside, I whimper again. His cock is lubed, but it still hurts.
Matteo slides his hand between Dante and me, rubbing my clit. Slowly, my muscles begin to relax around Matteo's cock, and he starts pushing further inside.
Tears slide from my eyes as my body stretches around his length.
"That's it, princess. Take all of him," Dante coos, his hand stroking my back as if to rub away the pain.
After what feels like hours—but must only be minutes—Matteo bottoms out with a loud moan.
"Fuck! You feel so good, dolce peccato," Matteo whispers. He holds himself over me, completely still, letting me adjust to the feeling of them both inside me.
I feel completely filled, and even though it burns, my body doesn't care.
As I sigh in contentment, Dante starts moving again—slowly at first—and fuck, I've never felt anything like it before.
The pleasure I felt earlier begins to build again.
"Oh god," I moan as Matteo starts matching Dante's careful thrusts.
This... fuck. I've read about double penetration—hell, I've even seen it in the club—but I never thought it would feel this good.
Their hands are all over my body, holding me in place, making sure I can't move. And fuck… it's so hot I'm already fighting not to cum.
Matteo, from behind, brings his hands to the front, roughly massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples.
Dante plays with my clit, making the pleasure almost unbearable. I'm too far gone to keep my eyes open—all I can do is feel.
"Was this what you wanted?" Dante grunts, and I moan in response.
Dante and Matteo alternate between thrusting in and pulling out, seesawing. I don't even know what I love more. I only know I don't want them to stop.
They're making me feel things I've never felt before—pleasure so intense, I'm almost scared to cum, knowing it will be the strongest orgasm I've ever had.
Their thrusts grow harder with each passing second, and I continue to moan, letting them know how much I love getting my holes filled.
Matteo locks a hand around my throat, arching my back, then kisses me from above while they fuck me in that position.
Tears fall from my eyes, this time not from pain—but from pleasure. My orgasm hits suddenly, and I have no means to stop it.
My pussy and ass tighten around their cocks.
"Yes, princess. Cum for us," Dante hisses.
Matteo tightens his hand on my throat as they slam into me, prolonging my orgasm and making it even more powerful.
Dante cums first with a groan, but Matteo keeps going, slamming into me again and again until he cums, filling my ass.
They pull out gently, and I collapse onto Dante's chest with a contented sigh. His arms come around me, holding me close.
Matteo rushes to the bathroom, returning with a warm, wet towel to clean me up.
"Sleep for now. We'll wash you up in the morning," Matteo says softly, surprising me.
My eyes shut from exhaustion, sleep dragging me under before I know it.
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I open my eyes to see Matteo positioning his cock at my entrance, the sight of my juice still on his lips.
Fuck. I could wake up like this every day.
"Mmm… good morning, dolce peccato," Matteo grunts, pushing into me slowly, letting me feel every bump of his cock.
He stares into my eyes as he pulls out and thrusts in again—gently. The intensity of his gaze is too much, but he commands me to keep my eyes open.
Too fast. This thing with Matteo and Dante—can I even call it a relationship?—is moving too fast, my brain tries to reason.
But my body, consumed with pleasure, cums with a soft cry, and Matteo follows soon after with a groan.
"Let's get you all cleaned up," Matteo says, scooping me into his arms and carrying me to the shower.
"Get dressed, Nina. Dante, suit up," Matteo orders after our shower together.
"Why? Where are we going?" I ask, staring at him, noticing a shift in his demeanor.
"To see Stella… and your mother."