Epilogue Emilio
His Isa
Six Days Later
Emilio paced outside their bedroom door. Tonight was their last night, and he would be damned if he didn’t do what he had been planning.
He went ahead and shed his clothes. Oliver, Maddox, and Isa should all be asleep. He just hoped they stayed that way long enough for him to sink into her cunt.
Emilio did his best to quietly creep into the room, for he knew his precious Isa slept soundly inside. Just as he knew that when she awoke it would be to him. Inside her. Filling her up, fucking her, and fulfilling her darkest desire. Again. He might just have to fight off two men in the process.
“She’s fast asleep,”
Maddox murmured through the darkness, the only light coming from the moonlight that shone through the balcony doors. “Oliver is too. You might want to keep it that way with him.”
“What if we wake him up with her on him? Do you think he would like that?”
Emilio whispered, crawling on the bed.
Maddox had already pulled the blanket off his sleeping beauty.
She was a marvelous sight to take in, and he wondered not for the first time how he had found her. How he was deemed to deserve her.
He didn’t, was the answer.
None of them did.
She wasn’t wearing her typical sleep dresses that he had found her in all those weeks ago, she was in Maddox’s shirt instead.
“Stop taking her fucking Mumus. They’re my favorite,”
Emilio grumbled out. “And help me get this shirt off of her.”
His excitement was surpassing new heights. The possibility of being caught. The thought of watching her stretched on all three of their cocks. The warmth and wetness.
He was insatiable. He needed to be inside of her, to bury into her.
Maddox tugged her gently into his lap as they both worked to carefully remove the offending article of clothing, ignoring Oliver entirely.
Emilio stared down at Isa again. At her round pale breasts, the pink nipples pebbled and awaiting his attention. Her full lips that he knew to be soft and yielding. Her legs shifted in her sleep, widening for him, showing off her bare cunt.
For a moment, he thought she might have woken up but then she let out a gentle cute snore.
Did she know he was here? Was she waiting for him?
Maddox trailed his massive hands along her skin, and Emilio watched in fascination as her body moved into his touch. Goosebumps prickled up as he trailed lower and lower until he found her clit.
“I’m going to start while she’s still asleep. See how far I can push into her until she wakes up.”
Emilio’s cock jerked at the thought.
To fuck her before she even realized it was him doing so.
Part of him craved that millisecond of terror and then her instant relief. Her mind grasping what her body already knew.
That she was his.
Maddox let out a breath. “It’s no wonder she feels safest with me.”
His words were at odds with how he moved to her cunt, lathering the wetness there before returning to her clit to rub aggressive circles.
Emilio reached down to find her…dripping. He used some for himself, lathering his cock. He could just jerk off and come all over her body but that wouldn’t be enough.
He had his mind made up.
He shifted between her legs, ignoring Maddox entirely, albeit grateful for the brutes’ help.
His cock touched her entrance.
Just the tip.
He thrust just a bit in, but then she suctioned him. Welcomed him there.
“Cover her mouth.”
Maddox listened just in time as Emilio impaled her the rest of the way.
She woke up with a scream, but it was muffled by Maddox’s hand.
“Shhh, it’s us, we’ve got you,”
he whispered hushed praises into her ear.
Emilio pounded into her, forgetting entirely of their plans to let Oliver sleep through it all. He needed his release. That one second of panic when her eyes had opened? Her body taking all of him even as he violently thrusted into her?
It was an oil fire spreading rapidly across his nerves, burning hotter than he had ever felt before. His balls fucking tingled. His heart pounded maddeningly.
“I love you, Isa.”
And he did. She was perfect for him. Made for him.
She moaned, clenching around him as he filled her.
“Who’s up next?”
Epilogue: Oliver
His Isobel
That Same Night
Why was this wet dream so realistic?
Oliver shifted in his sleep, his hips thrusting up on their own accord.
“Tell me no if you don’t want this,”
Isobel’s voice cut through the dream and he instinctively reached for it.
His hands found the bones of her hips. “Of course I want this, I always want you.”
And he did. He hadn’t had a sex dream this visceral before, but he would take it.
He would fuck Isobel in any plane or dimension as long as it was her on top of him.
And he was certain it was.
Heat. Pleasure. Desire.
Fuck this was too goddamn good.
Was it the vacation that had forced his mind to let go, to relinquish control, and finally relax?
If so, he pledged to do it again and again.
“That’s right just like that Ellie, let me sink into that ass of yours.”
Except he did not want Maddox in his dream.
“Put me in your mouth. Show us how you can take us all at once.”
Or Emilio.
Oliver’s heart raced against the confines of his chest.
This isn’t a dream.
He opened his eyes, lifting his head he took in the full scene.
“Hi there boss man,”
Isobel said, or at least it sounded like she did. She was on top of him, his dick in her, while Maddox took her from behind.
And Emilio? He was off to the left, her lips suctioned around his cock.
“What the—”
“Just enjoy the ride,”
Maddox commanded before setting the pace for them all. His hand was on her ass cheeks as he thrust long strokes into Isobel from behind.
Oliver’s behind. It was Oliver’s ass to take, not Maddox’s.
He wanted to be angry, but admittedly…
This is fucking hot.
Her taking all of them wasn’t something he thought she would do, nor what he had even considered yet. But like this, with her fully stuffed?
Waking up to her on him. Her breasts jiggling in his face as she was driven up and down on his length. His rough fingers digging into her hip bones.
This was everything. Better than a hundred blow jobs. A thousand volts of pleasure. A million wet dreams.
Isobel rolled her hips snapping back to meet Maddox.
It was Oliver’s undoing.
The desire spilt out of him as he came deep inside of her.
It was only a few more of Maddox’s thrusts before he stilled and Oliver felt Isobel clench around him.
He let out a guttural moan. “I see why you like being woken up like that,”
he growled out as she popped free from Emilio’s dick. A trail of saliva falling away.
He didn’t hesitate or pause, he reached up and grabbed the back of her head, smashing their lips together.
He ignored the evidence of Emilio and focused on his girl.
On his butterfly.
Once again he was grateful she had kept her wings.