Chapter Thirteen
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Isabella
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"Why? Are you seriously asking us why we're doing all this?" Emilio asks, with none of his usual calmness.
"But you don't even like me."
"We love you, Isabella but five years ago you were too young for the kind of love we have for you. It's fucking endless and intense and possessive and... fuck." Marcello stops mid-sentence, and they charge toward me.
"We'd rather show you, woman, what you mean to us."
I can't believe it was only in the early hours of the morning that I last kissed them, yet it feels like an eternity ago, and my hunger is too deep to not take what I need.
I kiss them back with the same voracity they do me. I help them out of their clothes the same way they help to strip me out of mine.
"Isabella," Lorenzo says, cupping my face. "You are ours. You belong to me. To Marcello. To Emilio. Your body is ours to take together. Do you understand, tesoro?"
"Yes," I say, and I give myself over to them.
They take their fill from me first, sucking up my wetness as if they're unquenchable.
I bite my lip hard, my heart hammering with a flicker of fear as Lorenzo pulls me onto his body until I'm straddling him. He guides his cock to my pussy, resting its broad head just at the entrance, keeping me open but not fully penetrating me and the effect has me going crazy.
Except behind me, Emilio and Marcello part the cheeks of my ass.
The scent of my coconut oil fills the air as I feel them pour the oil into my bottom hole, taking turns to coat the inside of my flesh, not deep enough to hurt, not yet.
They work their way up slowly into me, creating a slow fire that consumes me so gently I'm only aware of the stinging burn when they're knuckle-deep inside me.
Dear god. I cry out, and yet I can feel the wetness from my pussy drip from me onto Lorenzo's hand as he holds his cock to him, wedging my entrance still without thrusting inside me.
I quake and nearly fall apart when Emilio and Marcello press the blunt, massive heads of their cocks against my already-stretched asshole at the same time. Heaven help me, they're so thick together I don't know how the hell they'll fit.
Panic sails through me until Lorenzo wraps his hand around my nape and forces me to look at him.
"Make yourself come with the head of my cock, tesoro. Slide your clit into my slit, rub yourself against me until you come."
I nod in understanding, focusing only on Lorenzo's words. I take control of Lorenzo's cock as Emilio and Marcello continue to deepen the stretch of my bottom hole.
I whimper, my nerves spiking even as my pussy clenches with desperate need as I rub my clit against Lorenzo's cock, mixing my wetness with his copious pre-cum.
I'm on the brink of exploding, and as if Emilio and Marcello know this, they push inside me, both of them, no longer alternating with gentle thrusts. My body goes into some state of shocked confusion.
But nothing can stop the climax hurtling through me.
I come until I whimper with profound, agonized pleasure.
My mind reels back. Emilio and Marcello are fully inside me.
My pussy is still pulsing from my orgasm, and yet what I do next is so instinctive a light bursts from me.
Still holding onto Lorenzo's cock, I slip it into my pussy.
There's barely any space for him, but I make him fit, and only then am I complete, with all three of them buried deep inside me.
I breathe through it, forcing my body to relax.
Inch by burning inch they work their way in and out of my body.
Lorenzo thrusts up harder from below me.
Emilio and Marcello drag their cocks up into me with increasing speed, holding onto my hips to keep me in place.
They fuck me this way until I beg them to give me everything. Then they do.
Tears drip from my eyes as they fill my body with their cum, making me theirs forever.
"I love you, Lorenzo. I love you, Emilio. I love you, Marcello," I chant, and in answer they say my name like a prayer as I draw every single drop of their essence from them.