Sneak Peek Her Italian Wedding
In this excerpt, Matteo and Domenico make our heroine an offer that she can't refuse.
I can’t believe this is happening. My heart beats like a drum as my pulse races. I’m in a small, enclosed area with the two most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen, and they’ve propositioned me. Not only that, but I can’t wait.
After all, I’ve been with many men, but never men like this.
Matteo and Domenico are sexy Italian studs with an air of charm that you can’t find in the United States.
Not that I don’t appreciate the hard, huge, and hung truckers that I usually find myself with.
It’s just that Italian truckers are different .
They’re exotic and extremely sophisticated, with wit and charm that make me hunger for more.
Domenico and Matteo grin at me, their huge forms taking up all the space in the tiny bathroom.
“Are you ready?” they ask.
I nod.
“But the wall’s not even bolted in place yet,” I mewl. “How will it work?”
The two men fly into motion. Domenico holds the sheet of plywood upright while Matteo procures a hammer and nails from somewhere. They bolt, hammer and screw, and within a few minutes, there’s a solid structure ready to be played with.
“Wow, that was fast,” I breathe. “I had no idea you guys were so handy.”
They wink.
“Oh, we’re more than just handy with our hands,” growls Domenico. “But sweetheart, we have a special request for you. Will you listen and consider it?”
I stand up straight, squaring my shoulders. Hopefully they can’t see my hard nips through my sweater, but somehow, I know they can.
“Of course,” I say. “How can I help?”
The two men share another look, and the blue fire of their eyes becomes more intense.
“Well, you seem very practiced and at ease,” begins Matteo slowly.
“Which is something we appreciate,” Domenico adds quickly. “We like girls with experience because of what we want to do,” he says.
I stare at the huge men, cocking my head slightly.
“Which is? I’m all ears.”
Domenico and Matteo share another look, and then they nod once more.
“Well, you’re a very sensitive woman,” begins Matteo in a low voice. “So sensitive in fact, that I think you’ll be able to tell us apart.”
I laugh.
“Of course I can tell you apart,” I say. “You’re not twins.”
“Of course not,” inserts Domenico quickly. “But we don’t mean telling us apart like that. We mean telling us apart in another, much more intimate way. Down there, if you will.”
This time, my jaw really drops open.
“Down there?” I whisper, my mouth going dry. “You mean, taking you both down there, and then seeing if I can tell you apart?”
The two men nod, their azure gazes flaring.
“Exactly, cara .”
“Both of you at once?” I squeak. “I mean, I have done that before but I didn’t know we were going to start out like that.”
Domenico and Matteo stiffen before my eyes, and as I watch, two huge poles harden within their pants legs.
Oh my god, Domenico’s is so enormous that it wraps around his waist, while Matteo’s is so huge that it reaches almost to his knee.
Can I take it? Can I take both of them at once?
I swallow thickly, and meet their eyes with my own.
I desperately want to try, and nod slightly.
But then the men laugh hoarsely again.
“No, not at once initially, baby girl, although of course, we’re happy to do that. Double penetration is something we definitely enjoy, with us in each of your holes, or with both of us in one hole, if you’re open to it.”
“I am,” I breathe. “I can do Double V as well as Double A.”
Both men inhale sharply, their gazes focusing.
“Double V as well as Double A?” asks Matteo slowly, shaking his head as if he can’t believe the gift he’s been given.
“ Mio Dio ,” rasps Domenico. “We have been blessed to find you, Melissa.”
I giggle a little and my cheeks flush a pretty pink once more.
“I can do it, but is that what you had in mind?” I prompt again.
The alpha males regain their senses and shake themselves to alertness.
“No, not this first time,” growls Matteo.
“You see, we want to see if a woman can tell us apart. Meaning, you’ll take one of us in yourself, getting used to a man’s particular feel.
His length and depth, so to say. Then you’ll take the other of us into yourself and get used to his feel as well.
We want to know if after a certain amount of practice and usage, you can differentiate between us. ”
I gasp.
“But that’s easy. I should definitely be able to,” I say. “Especially if you’re very different.”
The two men’s eyes gleam.
“We’re not that different,” growls Matteo.
“We’re each twenty-five centimeters and very thick.
We want to know if it’s the details that help you tell us apart.
A man’s movements, for example. The need and strength by which he enters you.
The feel of his balls as they slap against your sweetness.
The musk of his juice even, and the force of his sprays. ”
I can hardly believe this.
“Oh my goodness,” I say breathily. “Holy shit.”
“It’s a lot to ask,” acknowledges Matteo in a rumble. “But we think you could be the right girl for the job.”
I swallow again, trying to get my bearings. The two men are so compelling, with their wide shoulders, broad chest, and long legs. What will they be like raw and uninhibited?
“Twenty-five centimeters?” I ask again with a dry mouth. “Do you know what that is in inches?”
“Ten inches,” rasps Domenico. “Can you do it, sweetheart? Can you handle ten inches twice, and then differentiate between the two?”
I swallow again. Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. Yet I want to sample twenty inches, and I won't stop until it's done!
To be continued …