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DANTE

Making deals at Eden’s Inferno wasn’t exactly my favorite. Establishing connections, sure, but actual deals made me nervous, so we didn’t do them often. And when we did, Kat usually handled it. I always stayed nearby, though, to make sure things went okay. I wouldn’t leave my girl hanging. Ever . This deal was seemingly no different. Kat just needed to hand off the drugs, collect the cash, and leave without issue or being seen. Simple.

Kat and I planned to handle this alone, but as we exited the club, Dot followed us. She clung to my side, begging to join us. Normally we’d say no, but how can you look into those big blue eyes of hers and deny her? So, we let her tag along.

Dot and I followed Kat out the back door and into the dark alley. The guys that were supposed to be meeting us were already there, standing by a shady looking van. One of those really shitty renditions of the Led Zeppelin logo painted on the side as if that made it look any better. I didn’t have a good feeling about this, especially with Dot here. I needed this to be over, fast, so that we could get on with our night.

“Alright now, angel, you’re going to stay back here with Dante while I handle this, okay?” Kat tightened her mask around her face, tossing her locs over her shoulder. “And keep your face hidden. We wear these for a reason.” She tapped her bedazzled devil mask with her long nail.

I pulled Dot close as her hands slid under my shirt and across my chest, my own mask securely in place. “Just be careful, Kitty Kat.” She nodded as I slid her the small baggie, watching as she tucked it into her tube top.

Her long nails gripped my chin softly. “You know I can take care of myself. Now, just hang back. This shouldn’t take long.” We both watched as Kat turned and walked towards the group, her leather pants nearly squeaking as she moved, the men waiting as they smoked their cigarettes.

I pulled Dot close, the two of us backing up against the side of the club as we hid in the shadows, watching. Dot was shivering ever so slightly, her cold hands holding me tight as the skimpy, thin sequin dress did little to warm her. Even with her denim coat, she was freezing. I removed my leather jacket and wrapped it around her small frame, nearly laughing at how oversized it looked on her. Her golden curls waved around her face as she flashed me a sweet smile, quickly turning back to watch Kat with such tender concern. “Is she going to be okay?” Her whispered voice tugged at my heart.

“Our girl knows how to handle herself. More than even I do.” I tucked a stray hair behind her ear, her blue eyes looking up at me. “You really care about her, don’t you, angel?”

“Yeah. Both of you.” Dot leaned closer. “You’re my devils, and I’m your angel.” Hearing her state such a thing aloud was breathtaking. “I’m in this for both of you.” Her finger tapped my mask. “Don’t forget it.”

“Oh, trust me, angel, I won’t.” My hand gripped her chin as she smiled up at me, her irises burning through the eyeholes of the mask and into my soul. “But always remember this: I may seem big and bad, but Kat is in charge. She’s the boss around here. As long as you make her happy and take care of her, I’ll do the same for you.”

“What about you?” she asked in a whisper. “Who gets to make you happy, Dante?”

I gently lifted my mask enough for her to see my smile as I pulled her close. She was barely standing on her toes as I grinned down at her. “Why, both of you. But as long as my Kitty Kat is happy, then I am too.” I leaned down and kissed Dot, gripping her jaw tight as she released the most delicious moan into me, her taste soaking my taste buds as I tried to hold back. I would’ve completely lost myself too, but the sounds of scuffling and groans caught our attention.

Dot and I turned back and looked in Kat’s direction, noticing the deal had gone sour. Two men were holding her arms as a third punched her stomach. Absolute rage and anger coursed through my veins, igniting this animalistic charge inside me. I placed my mask back down and brushed past Dot. “Stay here!” I pulled a knife from the outside pocket of my jacket around her shoulders. “I’ll handle this!” Kat’s grunts filled my ears as my vision began to blur red.

“Like hell!” Dot pulled a dainty knife from a hidden sheath around her thigh, concealed by her sequin dress. “That’s our girl, Dante. I’m coming with you.” I eyed her thigh, looking her up and down in complete shock. “What? A girl can never be too careful.” Dot winked.

I was too focused on helping Kat to argue with her. But truthfully, hearing her call Kat ours and whipping a blade out in defense for her, well, it was fucking hot. Dot remained behind me as I towered over her and quickly aimed for Kat and the men. They didn’t hear me, too focused on jumping her, that I was able to rush them, my fist swinging into the man hitting her. He fell to the pavement as this demon inside me took over. Blood soaked his face as I punched in his teeth, listening as he gagged on them.

“Dante!” My head whizzed back to Kat as the two men tried to drag her away. Adjusting my grip on the handle, I ran to the closest one, piercing it deep into his neck with a grunt as his blood spewed across my body. His eyes stared back at me, wide, as I pushed the blade deeper, completely sucked into the moment as the sound of Dot screaming made Kat and I both snap our heads. The blonde bombshell had run in her platform heels and jumped on the second man’s back. She was stabbing her baby knife into his flesh as he spun and screamed, frantically trying to stop her. Blood shot from his body in all directions. She moved so fast, stabbing him over and over until he fell to the ground, groaning and unconscious.

Dot stood, tossing her hair back as her eyes met ours, burning blue against the man’s blood smeared across her face. “What?” She huffed. Kat and I looked at one another, completely stunned, as the dancer licked her lips and fixed her dress. The man groaned again as she kicked him with her heel. “ That’s for hurting my girl!” She carefully stepped over him, purposely crunching his balls as she walked over to us with a smile; her usual demeanor returned.

Seeing her snap—change into such a deadly little thing—left us speechless.

“Who gave her the knife?” Kat asked, lifting her mask as she glanced between us.

Dot wiped her blade against the dead man’s jacket laying at my feet. She propped her leg up on his chest, pulling her dress back before returning it to the dainty sheath around her thigh. I glanced back at Kat, cleaning my own knife on my shirt. “It seems our angel isn’t as innocent as we thought.”

“A pleasant surprise,” Kat whispered.

The man Dot had attacked groaned again, his body slightly rolling as he regained consciousness. Dot ran to him as we followed. “Bastard!” she shouted, kicking him again and again.

“Easy, angel.” I gently pulled her back as Kat crouched, slapping the man’s face to keep him awake, but he quickly passed out.

“Let’s get him out of here. Our new friend won’t be out much longer, and I have questions I need answered.” She glanced up at me. “You got him?”

I nodded. “I got it.” I leaned down, lifting the man and tossed him over my shoulder, as Kat and I began to head to our car. She popped the trunk as I tossed him inside, the car bouncing from his weight as Dot stood there, watching us. “You coming, angel?”

KAT

Dante pulled the car into the abandoned lot we frequented for situations like this. We needed information from this guy, questions answered, because that deal did not go as planned. It was supposed to be a simple exchange—drugs for cash—and we would be on our separate ways. But this fucker had to go and make it complicated, trying to drag me away. They didn’t act normal, like something bigger was at play. And we needed to find out what.

Once we were parked, the three of us piled out of the car and lined up behind the trunk. Dante and I abandoned our devil masks in the backseat. That’s how serious we were. I didn’t plan to let this fucker walk away. As soon as Dante opened the trunk, the man popped up and tried to jump out, failing miserably as he landed face first on the gravel. Dot chuckled adorably as the man scrambled to try and stand, but he just couldn’t quite get his feet under him. He was covered in blood, panting and absolutely frantic. Dante stopped him from going any farther by pushing him over onto his face again, smacking it against the pavement as his nose cracked, telling me it was broken. The gravel crunched as Dot and I walked over to where the two men were, listening to the man groan and grovel. I noticed her platform heels were stained in his blood from her kicking him earlier in the night.

“Turn over, you worthless bastard,” Dante growled, kicking his ribs hard.

Dot was leaning against the car now, flipping her little pink sparkly blade back and forth in her fingers. I noticed her blowing a giant pink bubble, so nonchalant and unbothered, as Dante and I took over and stood on either side of the injured man.

My boots tapped against the pavement as I stepped next to the man’s face and squatted down, getting as close as possible to him. My hand gripped his chin, really making sure to dig my long sharp nails into the tender flesh near his face as he groaned and looked up at me, his head at the most awkward angle as he remained on his stomach. “First things first. Your name.” It wasn’t a question. It was a demand.

“Fuck you, bitch,” the man spat. I was already over this putz before we got here, but now I really wanted answers. And my usual calm and controlled demeanor was quickly fading. I adjusted my stance and stood over him, pressing the heel of my boot into the back of his neck, gradually adding more pressure. “You’re going to give us your name. And you’re going to tell us what your plan was tonight. Period.” I kept hearing Dot flip her blade open and closed. It was a welcomed sound, knowing that she was there watching me right now. It fueled my anger, my frustration with this idiot. He tried to pull shit on us, on the Disco Devils on our own turf. But not even that, he did it in front of our girl, and put her at risk.

I don’t fucking think so.

“Answer me!” I pushed my heel deeper into his neck, hearing the discs in his spine pop and crack. He refused to give me an answer. “Fine,” I growled as I dropped to straddle his lower back on my knees, pulled out my favorite black blade, and replaced my heel. Dante moved and stood behind me, straddling the man as well, but with his attention on me, his hands on my shoulders to help ground me in this moment. “You have two minutes.” I pressed the sharp tip into his skin as he winced. “Start talking,” I snarled. “Who are you? What do you want? Why were you trying to kidnap me?” He remained silent, his groans increasing as I pressed deeper into his flesh. “Answer me!”

“Fuck you!” he shouted, wriggling his body to get free.

A scream burned my throat as I removed the knife and punched him, again and again, Dante’s hands firmly on my shoulders as I continued beating the man. “Give me your name!”

The man and I both noticed movement to our left. When I turned to look, Dot was slowly walking toward the scene that was playing out in front of her. The look cast across her face reminded me of the night she killed Juan. I wasn’t sure if I was upset with her for not staying by the car, if I was pleased she was coming to join us, or if I was turned on by this whole situation. Honestly, it was probably a little bit of all of these things. She was this beautiful, deadly thing coming to join the party. When I looked back down at the man in question, he was still looking at our angel, his neck and face bleeding profusely from my abuse. I didn’t like the way he was looking at her, the way his eyes lit up as she stepped closer.

“I don’t think my devils gave you permission to look at me.” Dot’s words were laced with venom. Hearing her call us her devils sent a jolt of electricity to my clit.

Fuck. Not right now, Kat. Handle this situation first!

He ignored her warning and followed her every move with those bloodshot eyes. Dot kept walking until she stood right over his head. I knew if he looked directly up, he would get a gorgeous view of her perfect pussy in her delicious lingerie she had on under Dante’s jacket.

What is she doing? Why is she letting him look at her?

His eyes began to drift up, blatantly trying to steal a glance.

Not on my watch.

“Hey, fucker!” I slapped the back of his head. “You will not look at her. Got it?” The man’s head dipped back down with a muffled whine. “Keep those eyes low—” I felt Dante lean into my back, forcing me forward a bit. I tilted my head up to find him and Dot now kissing above me. If I wasn’t horny enough, I was now.

These two are going to be the death of me.

Dot took a few steps backward and kneeled on the gravel near the man’s head. She seemed lost in the moment, almost entranced by the violence. But when she looked into my eyes with those vibrant blue irises, I realized how dilated her pupils were and immediately knew she was high.

Shit. I made a mental note to address this later, but right now, I needed to focus.

I gripped the back of the man's head, twisted my long nails through his greasy hair. My hand forced his face up as I spoke abruptly in his ear. “Listen to me closely, you fucker.” Dante rubbed my back before standing and joining Dot, squatting next to her. “I’m not fucking around. I want answers, and I will get them however I need to. Now—” I shot his face back into the gravel as it hit with a loud thud. “Who sent you to make this deal?” His cheek ground into the rough pavement, groans pouring from his mouth as the gravel tore his flesh. “Answer me!”

“N–no one. No one, I swear! We—we just—we just thought we could get more than we were paying for if we roughed you up a bit.”

“You wanted to scam us for more?” I cackled. “I don’t believe you! And if that’s the case.” I yanked his head up as he looked at Dot and Dante, eagerly waiting for him to speak. “Why did you try to kidnap me?”

“I–I–—”

“Wrong answer.” Dante swung his fist as it landed harshly on the man’s shredded cheek, knocking him from my grasp. I swear his head bounced as it hit the gravel. “You better start answering my girl’s questions.”

“I swear,” the man sobbed. I didn’t believe him, not for one second. Their plan was too thought out, too calculated. They wanted to meet at Eden’s Inferno for a reason, and had Dante and Dot not been there to back me up, they would have succeeded in whatever they were planning.

“Nice try. But that’s a tired story. We’ve heard it too many goddamn times to believe it anymore.” I scoffed. “We aren’t amateurs.” A smile tugged at my lips as I stood, knowing the man was too roughed up to move. “Dante, baby, why don’t you take over.”

Dante grinned, knowing I wanted him to let go and unleash his inner demon.

“Do whatever’s necessary.”

“You got it, boss.” He cracked his neck as he stood. To be honest, I just wanted answers so we could leave and play with our girl, because the way she had come over just a moment ago made me want to fuck her senseless. Impatiently senseless.

Dante stood next to the man, staring down at him with such poise. I nearly jumped when he broke from that and aggressively kicked the man in the ribs. “Stand up!” he shouted.

“I can’t!” the man cried out.

Dante laughed, bending down as he brushed the man’s hair from his face. I could tell he had fully untapped his hidden anger. “Then use your words and tell us your fucking name!” He was screaming in the man’s face, laughing as he cried. Tears fell from the man’s eyes, mixing with the blood that soaked his cheeks. Dante ran his hand across it, wiping as much as he could. “Oh, look at you. You’re such a mess.” The man continued to cry as Dante gently shushed him. “There’s no need for that.” He tilted his head. “You see, you’re not the first person we’ve brought out here. You can scream and shout all you want, but no one will hear you.” His smile turned sinister. “So do yourself a favor, and just give me a name. Simple.” The man’s mouth quivered. “Alright then, but I did warn you.”

Dante sighed as he began digging in the man’s pockets, eventually pulling out his wallet. “Why didn’t I think of this sooner?” He playfully tapped his head and opened the wallet, pulling out a driver’s license. “Frank Sorrenson.” The man’s eyes widened. “You don’t look like a Frank to me.” Dante handed me the license as I stared at the information, forcing Frank to his feet as they stood before us.

Dot stepped forward, taking Dante and I by surprise as she spoke to the man. “Frankie… sweetie, who the fuck sent you to make the deal with my devils, babe?” The way she spoke was so sweet and innocent, taking me back a moment. She had her little pink blade in her hand, coated in his partially dried blood from when she attacked him. She was spinning the knife over her fingers with a practiced ease that made me a little unnerved.

“Angel,” Dante purred, cautiously watching her every move.

Dot slowly approached Frank and Dante, the two men easily towering over her tiny frame, despite her platform go-go boots. I walked closely behind her, shadowing her, not knowing what she had planned in that precious little mind of hers. Dot was a wild card, and while I liked it most of the time, moments like this made me nervous. There was no telling what she would do.

Dante held Frank from behind, twisting his arm up behind his back as the man groaned, sweat and blood coating his face. It was obvious Frank was in pain, but I didn’t care. I only wanted answers.

“Frankie,” Dot sang his name.

“What are you doing, Dottie?” I tried to coax an answer out of her, walking up behind as I rested my head on her shoulder, looking past her to Frank and Dante.

“Getting you your answers, boss,” she whispered in my ear with a smile, licking it gently. Dot giggled softly, turning her attention back to the two men.

Oh my fuck. Yup, I was wet.

Dot walked up to Frank with such poise and grace and ran her hand across his crotch as she began teasing him. Dante looked at me, both shocked and confused, but I only nodded. He tightened his grip on Frank as the man eyed Dot closely, taken aback by her boldness, unsure of what to say or do. “What, don’t you like me, Frankie? Don’t you think I’m pretty?” She rotated, rubbing his cock as she pressed her ass against him, sliding down into a gentle pop before standing back up. She pulled his loose-fitting trousers down, revealing his flaccid cock with a pout. Poor Frank was not well endowed. “Oh, poor Frankie.” His face beamed red as he tried to move, but Dante kept him still. Dot grinned, kneeling before him as she opened her mouth and laughed, flicking his dick. Frank groaned as Dante watched, enjoying her display.

“Y–you’re crazy!” he shouted down to her.

“Bingo.” She winked. Dot gripped the man’s sad excuse of dick and raised her knife to it. Frank immediately stiffened. “Okay, Frankie, you’re going to tell us what we want to know. Or I’m going to chop your little dick off. Got it?” How Dot managed to say all of this with such a cheerful demeanor, I’ll never understand. But holy shit. I looked at Dante and he was just staring at her, transfixed.

Frank didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure if he was too shocked or too stubborn, but it seemed he still wasn’t going to talk. Dot made ticking sounds with her mouth, yanking his dick forward as she placed the tip of the knife along his shaft. Frank twitched and yelped, but Dante held him firm. “Franky, baby, you’re gonna have to say something or you can kiss this dick bye-bye.” She leaned closer as the tip pierced his flesh.

“Okay! Okay!” he screamed, sweat forming around his forehead. “I’ll tell you everything—just—just please, let go.” Dot lifted her knife as she raised a brow, releasing her grip on him. “I–I’m working for the cops, okay? They’ve been trying to catch you guys for a while and I–I knew you worked out of that club.”

“You were going to snitch on us?” Dante gripped Frank’s neck, boiling with rage.

“I–I just needed to bring proof you were dealing! I never planned to take one of you back! That was their idea—not mine! He said no one would get hurt—he just wanted enough to pin the dealing on you devils! Please, I have a family—” Dante reluctantly released Frank, knowing there had to be more to the story. Frank whispered under his breath, “You three are fucking crazy.”

“Is that so, Franky baby?” Dot sweetly asked as she tilted her head and returned her knife to his dick. “You sure there isn’t more you want to share?”

“Yes, I swear! I was told to deliver evidence, nothing else! The other guys were convinced that by taking one of yous to the cop, they could get a clean slate! But not me! I had no part!” The three of us exchanged a look, pondering. “Please, I got kids!”

Dottie whimpered, “Poor thing is shivering.” She slapped his cock as she jumped. Her wide eyes looked up at him, stirring. “Thank you for your honesty, Franky.” She looked over at Dante, then back to me. “Do we like his answers? Are we satisfied, babes?”

We both nodded. His statement seemed logical. We knew the cops had been trying to pin us down for sometime, and sending someone as an informant out for us made sense.

“Perf.” Dot smiled. “But sadly, Franky, you hurt my girl.” She made a sad face. “Say goodbye to your dick, Franky.” Just like that, she sliced through his cock and completely ripped it free from his pelvis like it was nothing. Frank wailed and screamed as blood gushed from where his dick had been, spraying across Dot’s face as she squealed and smiled, embracing it. He screamed so loud it hurt my ears. I moved behind Dot and whispered loudly into her ear. “We need to shut him up, angel, don’t you think?” I glanced up at Dante, who still held Frank firmly upright, squeezing his shoulders as he shouted and bled out. He looked at us both with starving eyes full of lust, Frank’s cock still in Dot’s hand.

“Goodbye Franky’s penis!” Dot landed a peachy kiss on the tip of his lifeless dick, her signature pink lip stain planted perfectly on the tip as she took it and fiercely shoved the limp dick down Frank’s throat, muffling his scream. His eyes bulged as he began to gag and choked on it, his screams immediately silenced. “There! That’s much better,” she stated cheerfully, hopping between her feet with a giggle. His hand trembled, trying to stop the bleeding from his crotch, as Dante tightened his grip on the other behind his back. His eyes burned red from tears as he stared at Dot approaching him. “Shush! Franky, it’s okay. It’s okay!” She grabbed his face, his dick still firmly placed in his mouth, gagging him. “Things are gonna get a little messy now. Okay?” Muffled sounds escaped his clogged mouth. “I know, I know—you got kids.” He nodded, silently begging. “Well, you should’ve thought of that before you hurt my girl.” Dot smiled, and without hesitation, she slit Frank's throat. Blood shot out of his neck and covered both mine and Dot’s face. She had moved so effortlessly, the way her arm moved and she remained so still, despite being completely soaked in the man’s blood.

Frank’s eyes rolled as he tried to stop the bleeding, quickly fading off. His body fell limp as Dante stepped back, Frank slumping to the ground with a loud, wet thud. The three of us remained standing, covered in blood, breathing heavily.

I whipped Dot around to look at her completely covered in blood, as her blue eyes popped like never before. She was smiling, and she was fucking gorgeous. Something came over me as I looked at her, desperately craving her, like I’ve never craved her before. And I kissed her with purpose. I could taste Frank’s blood all over skin, mixed with her own taste, so turned on by all of it. She didn’t hold me back or melt into my arms, so I gently pulled away and simply stared at her. Maybe it was too much to be sexual right now, but I wanted her.

“Kat,” she whimpered my name. “I need you.” That was all the invitation I needed. I noticed her shivering and knew exactly where I was going to fuck her.

“You get your ass to the backseat of the car, right now, angel.” She obeyed without question, like the good girl she was.

As she scampered away towards the car, Dante grabbed my hand, stopping me. “Kitty Kat, I’m worried about her. Didn’t you see how hooked she is on those drugs? How dependent she is? Did you see her eyes? She’s high right now. ”

I lightly wrapped my hand around the side of his neck, admiring him and how concerned he was for our angel. “And look what she did?” He flashed me a look. “Trust me, I’m worried too, Dante. We’ll talk to her, and if we need to, we’ll get her clean. She’s ours and we are going to take care of her, just like I took care of you. Okay, little devil?” He nodded in understanding. “Now, I want you to watch me play with our little angel. Can you be a good boy and do that for me? For us?” Dante grinned.

“Whatever you want, Kitty Kat. You know I will do anything for you.” I leaned forward and licked his neck, biting it roughly.

“That’s my good boy,” I breathed against him. I could feel him shiver with excitement. “Now, let’s go. I am starving for her.” Together, we made our way back over to the car, ignited by what we were about to do.

Dante slid in the driver’s seat, adjusting the rear view mirror and sitting in a position where I knew he would be able to see us perfectly. When I opened the back door, Dot was naked, lying on the backseat, still covered in Frank’s blood, gently playing with herself. The image of her sitting there was something I purposely never wanted to forget, burning it into my mind. I crawled up her body and delicately kissed her slowly, moving from her legs to her mouth, savoring the taste of her, wanting this moment to last forever. I could hear Dante whimpering in the front seat as he watched us, his dick now free and in his grasp. Dot moaned into my mouth, begging for more. She bit my bottom lip, sucked it into her mouth, and released it with a pop. “Fuck, angel.” If she wasn’t careful, I’d end up coming way too soon.

Dot slid her hands up my body, untying the top I had on and slipped it off. I leaned up and slid it over my head, letting my tits fall out of the top. She reached up and cupped my breasts, massaging them and taking one of my nipples into her mouth, rolling the other between her thumb and forefinger as her eyes stared up at me. Her mouth was perfect and warm. I savored every second that she played with my nipple with her pretty, wet tongue.

I wanted to feel her pussy. I wanted to feel how slick she was for me, but I remembered I had these fucking nails on.

Fuck this!

“Just a second, angel,” I breathed, sitting back as I quickly bit down on my nails, popping two of them off. I didn’t care about my manicure anymore. I needed this, and by the look on her intoxicating face, I knew she did too. “Are you dripping for me, Dottie?” She nodded. “Are you ready for me to play with your pretty pussy, babygirl?” She nodded with a whimper, eagerly waiting for me. I turned to look at Dante, who was definitely enjoying the show. He had his cock in his hand, the other gripping the steering wheel, and was slowly stroking himself as he watched with hungry eyes.

“Please Kat, I need it.” The way she moaned my name was sheer perfection.

“I need you too,” I whispered as I reached between her legs and immediately felt her warmth. As soon as I touched her pussy, I felt just how wet she was for me as she shuddered at my touch. “Fuck, I want you to come for me, Dottie.” She twisted her body and moaned, moving with my fingers. “Show me how beautiful you are when you come undone, angel.” I circled her entrance and plunged two fingers into her. She arched her back and moaned louder, pressing her body against my hand, begging for more. “You are perfect, Dot.”

“Fuck Kat, please!” she nearly screamed.

“Do you like this, angel?” She moaned in response, her eyes closed as her head tilted back. I removed my fingers and used her wetness to circle her swollen clit, giving her just a bit of pressure to elicit a whimper from her. “Open your eyes, angel. You will look at me when you come, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” she whined, opening her eyes to look at me.

That’s right, keep those big blue eyes on me, babygirl.

“Dante, isn’t our angel perfect?” His moans mixed with Dot’s. “She’s going to come so beautifully for me.”

“She really is, Kitty Kat. Fuck, I love watching you two. You’re both perfect.” When I looked over at Dante, he was stroking himself harder and faster. I could tell he was really enjoying himself.

“Come here,” I whispered. Dante leaned back, turning his head as I kissed him and played with his tongue. “Now, watch this.” I returned to Dot as his eyes looked in the rear view mirror and watched as I fucked Dot with my fingers and used my thumb to circle her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure in the places I knew she would enjoy. When I looked up at her, she was still watching me.

That’s my good little angel.

I kept looking between her and Dante, soaking up their excitement. “Dante, do you want to come with her? Because she’s close, aren’t you, angel?”

Dot nodded, her cheeks flushed and fully pinked. “I’m so close, Dante. Please, please come with me. Let’s come for Kat, together. Oh please, Dante,” she pleaded between her heavy breathing. I was about to come to her words alone.

“Yes, oh yes!” Dante huffed. “Yes, I’ll come with you, angel.”

Knowing that they both wanted to come for me was fucking intoxicating. My own orgasm was growing alongside theirs as Dottie began to tighten. “Dante, you better be close, because her pussy is twitching around my fingers, soaking them.” I moaned, feeling her around me, listening to them both.

“Fuck, Kitty Kat,” Dante moaned. His head fell back and hit the window as he began to come all over his lap and into his hand.

As if hearing Dante wasn’t hot enough, his moans sent our angel over as Dot came around my fingers at the same time as him. Her back arched high, and she filled the car with her sounds, fogging the mirrors. I leaned over, my mouth wide as my tongue began licking her wetness. Her pussy squeezed my fingers so tight, I couldn’t pull them out if I tried.

“Oh, Kat! Fuck, mommy. Please—” She pushed against me, twitching and begging for more as Dante struggled to catch his breathing. I was a goner for both of them.

This thing with Dot wasn’t casual anymore.