22. Josephine
Josephine
Licking my lips, I drop to my elbows and run my tongue along the underside of Sebastian’s cock as it lays on his stomach. Smiling inwardly as my tongue crosses over each metal bar.
“Jesus,” Dante mutters behind me, and I know without even asking he’s just seen Sebastian’s piercings.
“Okay, yes. My dick is pierced. Enzo already freaked out about it, so can you not?”
“Not freaked out. Just… impressed really. I don’t know how I’ve never noticed them.”
I huff a half-annoyed sigh over this entire conversation. “Well, do you stare at my dick?” Seb asks.
“No.”
“Well then there ya go. Can you fuck our girl now?”
“On it.”
I roll my eyes and get back to my job.
Ha. Job. Good one, Joe.
Holding myself up with one arm, I fist the base of Sebastian’s cock with one hand. My eyes immediately zero in on the bead of precum leaking from the tip. I run the flat of my tongue over the head of his cock and moan at the taste. “You taste so good, Baby.”
Sebastian runs his fingers through my hair, doing his best to keep some of it away from my face. “Why don’t you have some more then.”
Obliging, I open my mouth wider and start slowly working up and down his length. “More, Love. Give me more,” he pleads.
Opening my throat, I take him as deep as I can go. Sebastian’s hand flexes in my hair as I feel Dante’s cock at my entrance. And just as I’m about to come up for a breath, Dante slams deep inside of me in one go, effectively pushing Sebastian’s cock even deeper until my nose hits his pubic bone.
I can’t help but gag slightly, and the feeling is enough to set Sebastian off. “Tap my thigh if it’s too much,” he commands, his voice sounding darker now.
I look up at him and nod as best I can, and I watch as he looks behind me and nods at Dante.
Dante must reciprocate the motion because Sebastian now holds my face with both hands, and the two of them start working in and out of me at a perfect tempo.
And as Dante’s fierce thrusts pick up pace so do Sebastian’s.
I have to let go of the base of Sebastian’s cock in order to use both hands to keep myself upright.
At one point, Sebastian starts fucking my mouth so aggressively I find myself trying to pull away from his hands. “Uh, uh, uh. I told you to tap my thigh. Remember?”
Dante’s large palm lands on my ass with a crack, and my eyes widen as they start to water from the overwhelming sensations.
But I don’t tap out. I can take it.
I want it.
Sebastian must feel me relax ever-so-slightly in his hands because a flash of pride crosses over his face before he mutters, “That’s my good girl.”
Every time a man or woman has ever tried to say that to me in bed, it has made me want to do nothing but throw my clothes back on and bolt out the door.
But something about the way he just looked at me when he said it, the way his cock twitched in my mouth as he said the words, sends a rush of heat to my cunt.
“Hmmm,” Dante moans. “You like that?”
“Mhmm,” I moan around Sebastian.
Dante leans down so he can plant a kiss between my shoulder blade before he whispers in my ear. “Good. Because that’s what you are.” He sits up straight and growls, thrusting between each word. “Our good. Fucking. Girl.”
“Now choke on my cock.”
If I thought the two of them were fucking me hard before, their thrusts are now punishing. Thrusting in and out of me harder than anything I’ve ever experienced.
But, despite how intense it is, I can’t help but feel… cared for. Loved. Whole.
I know that between the two of them, I am the only thing that matters. Their sole focus is on pleasing me. Loving me. Worshipping me.
And despite the two of them having never done this together, and Dante having never done this with another man at all, it’s like the two of them were made to fuck me like this.
They were made to fuck me so intensely that I don’t think anything will ever compare to how owned I feel at this moment.
And as a woman who has never wanted to feel owned by a man, that statement alone speaks volumes as to how I feel about them.
“Just like that, Love. Fuck,” Sebastian grips my hair tighter and I know he’s on the edge.
Reaching up with one hand, I grab his balls and squeeze them gently.
“Shit,” he hisses. “Do that again.” I do, and I know he’s done for.
“Yes, Joe. Yes. I’m gonna come.” I do my best to open my throat as his thrusts become shallow and irregular.
“Swallow it, Joe. Swallow every fucking drop.”
And with that warning, he spills down my throat as he comes. Wanting to make him proud, I do as he says and swallow every drop of his release.
“Fuck,” Dante grits out from behind me. “I could watch you do that over and over again, Mama.”
His praise makes me let out a wanton moan around Sebastian’s cock.
Once he’s finally done with his release, Sebastian lifts my head and wipes a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. His eyes go to my swollen lips, covered in his cum. Leaning forward he crashes his lips to mine, tasting his own release.
Using the pad of his thumb, Dante presses down firmly over my back hole. My pussy tightens around him and his loud moan fills the room.
I’m gone.
Done.
I practically scream into Sebastian’s mouth. If it weren’t for Dante holding my waist and Sebastian kissing me, I would collapse right onto the mattress as an orgasm like I’ve never felt in my life takes over my body and soul.
“Ahh! Dante!” I shout against Sebastian’s lips, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. And when Dante thrusts into me one final time, and I feel his orgasm spill deep inside of me, my orgasm just keeps going.
I don’t know how long it goes on, but by the time it finally ends, small tears are spilling from my eyes.
Sebastian scoops me up, so I’m sitting across his lap, and I lay my head on his shoulder as I try to catch my breath. “You did so so good,” he says softly as he strokes my hair.
The two of us sit there for a few minutes, and when I finally regain some composure he asks, “You want to take a bath?”
“Mhmm,” is all I can manage.
“Okay,” he says before kissing my forehead. “I’ll go run one for you. You want to wash your hair or you want a clip?”
“Clip, please.” I could not think of anything worse than washing my hair right now.
“Thought so,” he chuckles.
“Come here, Mama.” Dante grabs me from Sebastian’s lap and sits me on his. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders like a koala clinging to a branch. I bury my head in his neck as he wraps a throw blanket around me that he got up to get at some point.
I smile softly against his neck when I hear Seb ask him, “You good?”
“So good,” he replies before resting his cheek against the top of my head.
Then, he starts rocking us both back and forth as the sound of the bath running fills the room.
I find myself so comfortable that it takes everything in me not to fall asleep right here in his arms. But I don’t want to sleep.
I don’t want to miss this moment, here. With him.
“I love you,” I tell him calmly, not even lifting my head from his neck. I say it as casually as someone would say it’s raining outside. He’s quiet so I feel the need to clarify. “I know how hard this is for you, so you don’t have to say it back, but I do, Dante. I love you. I really—”
“I love you, Josephine,” his low voice says against the crown of my head before peppering it with kisses. “I love you so much.”
Finally, I pull my head from his neck and look up at him.
And I swear to god, my heart almost bursts when I see tears pooling in his eyes.
Holding his face in my hands I say, “You deserve to experience love, and you deserve to be loved.” My thumb wipes away a stray tear that falls from his eyes before it even has a chance to make it to his cheek.
“By anyone that will make you feel whole.”
He and I both know exactly who I’m talking about.
“I love you,” he whispers.
And because I have a feeling this man could never hear it enough, I tell him again, and again, and again.