You know what? Fuck my life, because tell me why Matteo and Dante are standing on my doorstep, smirking like they just won the lottery.
"I didn't get a chance to touch you, princess," Dante say, moving past me into my house.
"Well, I'm here to watch," Matteo adds, following Dante inside. I fold my arms, unintentionally raising my shirt, drawing their attention to my bare thigh.
I quickly lower my hands, tugging at the ends of the shirt to make it longer as I glare at them.
"You shouldn't be here. How did you even know my address?"
"Dolce peccato," Matteo calls, and I turn to face him. "That's for us to know and for you to find out."
"Come here, princess," Dante says, spreading his legs for me.
I do as I'm instructed, all my common sense flying out the window.
"Take off that shirt and play with your tits," he commands, his voice low.
Raising my hands, I pull the shirt over my head and toss it to the floor beside me. I cup my breasts squeezing and pinching my nipples occasionally.
Matteo just watches with interest as Dante pulls my underwear down and I step out of it, naked and bare before them.
Dante stands and pushes me onto the chair. I sink back into the armchair, waiting for the next command.
"Feet up."
I pull my knees to my chest, my toes barely touching the fabric of the chair.
Dante caresses my inner thigh, close to my heat, before giving it a slap, making me gasp. He does the same to the other thigh, and I feel my juices leak.
His hand inches closer to my heat, and I spread my legs wider, welcoming his touch like a desperate slut.
To my surprise he drops to his knees, using his hands to spread my folds. He blows on it, then drags his tongue up my clit slowly, making me moan as my back arches.
"You taste so good, princess," he murmurs, burying his head between my legs, his tongue swirling around my clit as he devours me.
My hands go to his hair, gripping and pulling him closer as his tongue works its magic.
I start grinding against his face, chasing my release. "Fuck, I'm going…" A desperate gasp leaves my throat as he pulls away.
I move my hand to my clit, circling my fingers around it, but Matteo slaps my hand away, pinning my wrists above my head.
"Don't cum yet," Matteo commands.
With his free hand, he opens his zipper, freeing his rock-hard cock, thick with veins and leaking pre-cum.
He positions himself in front of my mouth, and I stick out my tongue to taste him before opening wide, letting him fill my mouth with his cock.
He pushes inside, my lips wrapping around him, moving in and out at the same time Dante plunges three fingers into me, driving me insane.
My hands remain trapped in Matteo's strong grip as his other hand cups my breast, squeezing it while he fucks my mouth, his pace increasing by the second.
I grid my clit against Dante's hand, pleasure consuming me as I arch off the chair.
I moan around Matteo's cock, making him groan. He releases my tits to hold my neck instead.
"You'll cum when we tell you to," Dante says, thrusting his fingers faster, curling them, bringing me closer to my high.
Then he lowers his head again, sucking on my clit while his fingers pound my hole.
My legs start shaking, the familiar knot forming in my stomach. His thumb presses against my clit, moving in circles, drawing a choked moan from me just as Matteo hits the back of my throat before pulling out to let me catch my breath.
Dante takes advantage of the moment, removing his fingers from my hole and pushing them into my mouth, making me taste my own wetness.
Then he pulls them out and shoves them back inside me, just as Matteo fills my mouth with his cock again, this time moving faster, hitting the back of my throat as he groans.
Dante curls his fingers, repeatedly hitting my spot, and my body begins to shake violently.
"Cum for us, princess."
That's all I need to fall apart.
I moan loudly, riding out the waves of pleasure as Matteo fills my mouth with his seed.
"Swallow," he commands, and I do, swallowing every drop.
Dante rubs my clit, prolonging my orgasm until my limbs turn to jelly. I slump against the chair, my cum dripping onto the fabric of the chair.
Matteo stands up, his hands sliding beneath me, lifting me against his chest as he carries me into my bathroom. He sets me in the bathtub, filling it with warm water.
He slides in behind me, letting my head rest against his chest, while Dante positions himself in front of me, placing my legs on his chest. Slowly, they begin cleaning me, taking their time as they do.
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The next morning. I wake up alone to an angry knock at my door.
Sitting up, last night's events play in my head, making me smile.
I realize I'm wearing Matteo's shirt, his scent lingering on it. Inhaling deeply, I savor his masculine scent…until another knock interrupts my thoughts.
Running to the door, expecting to see Matteo and Dante, I swing it open, only to find Stella stepping forward.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I demand every muscle in my body urging me to slam the door in her face.
As if reading my thoughts, she pushes past me, entering my house like it belongs to her.
"I just wanted to see my best friend," she says, settling into a chair.
"Fuck off! You were never my friend," I hiss.
She chuckles, standing up slowly. "I need money."
I narrow my eyes. "I gave you all the money. What the hell are you talking about?"
She purses her lips before speaking. "The thing is… your mom borrowed more money."
My jaw drops. "More money? She borrowed again?"
Stella tilts her head. "Yeah… about five million dollars."