“Hold it,” Dario says, and the command in his voice makes everything inside me clench.
Saul’s fingers slip between my thighs, find my clit, gentle and relentless, working me right to the edge.
The world narrows, Enzo slamming into me, Saul buried deep, Dario’s hand wrapped around my neck, keeping me present.
“I’m,” I try to say, but it comes out as a sob, desperate, shattered.
“Don’t hold back,” Saul says. “Let us see it.”
Enzo’s voice is all wrecked hunger. “Come for us. I want to feel it.”
Dario leans in, voice pitched low, just for me. “You’re ours. All of you. Give it to us. Now.”
The orgasm rips through me so hard I see white, my body clenches around them, pulse after pulse.
Enzo curses, thrusts once, twice, and spills inside me, hips stuttering.
Saul groans behind me, fingers bruising, cock thick and deep as he follows, breath broken against my shoulder.
Dario holds my gaze through all of it, one hand tangled in my hair, the other cradling my jaw, eyes dark and soft and so fucking proud.
His cock fills my mouth, thick and heavy, and I suck him deep, tongue swirling, desperate to taste him, to give him everything. Dario’s control frays, hips snapping, breath breaking.
“God, look at you. So fucking good, that’s.” His words stutter into a groan, his grip tightening in my hair.
I hollow my cheeks, take him deeper, let him see every filthy inch of need on my face.
He comes with a curse, hips thrusting, spilling down my throat, and I swallow every drop, greedy, triumphant.
When he’s done, he pulls me up, kisses me hard, palms framing my face. “Mine,” he whispers, fierce and gentle all at once.
I grin up at him, totally ruined, totally fucking satisfied. “Always.”
The room is a disaster zone, sweaty, sticky, reeking of sex and satisfaction. My body’s a wreck, but in the best fucking way. I’m basically a human puddle, squished under three men, absolutely no will to move. Enzo melts beside me, nuzzling my neck, leaving wet kisses like a trail of breadcrumbs. Saul’s still at my back, one big palm splayed over my hip, keeping me from floating off into the afterlife.
Dario’s mouth finds mine, his voice low and hoarse, words sinking straight into my bones. “Bravissima, tesoro. You take us so well.”
I grin, too lazy to lift my head. “Not to brag, but I’m an overachiever.”
His laugh is low, wicked. “We noticed.”
We lie tangled in the ridiculous bed. Limbs everywhere. Breathing slowly returning to normal. The kind of satisfied exhaustion that only comes from being thoroughly, completely loved.
Enzo’s head is on my stomach. Dario is pressed against my side. Saul is behind me, one arm wrapped around my waist.
“I can’t move,” I announce.
“Don’t even try,” Enzo says. “I’m making you my mattress now.”
“I have to pee eventually.”
“No you don’t. New rule. No peeing.”
“That’s not how biology works.”
“Biology is cancelled. I’ve filed paperwork.”
I swat at him, miss, end up just flopping my arm across his face. “You’re an idiot.”
