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Chapter Sixteen

Globe

A shiver runs down Irene’s spine as she takes a single step back. Then another one. And another one.

Blood seeps between her lush thighs, and I’m held captive by her body. There’s no telling whether she actually knows the effect she has on me, on us all. If she does, she sure knows how to have us eating out of the palm of her hand.

And her pussy.

She crooks a finger at Nero, curling it toward her in a beckoning call. He doesn’t waste any time as he advances, his hobble slowing him slightly as he touches the middle of her chest and pushes.

“Open those fucking legs,”he orders, his tone guttural and untamed. She immediately complies with his order, her thighs opening to reveal her bloody flower. “Fuck, look at you. Ripe and swollen just for us.”

She nods her head, not saying anything as he visually devours her. I stand up, moving to be next to him so I can see what he does. And all things that are holy, she’s glistening.

“You shouldn’t be standing,” Irene coos, her eyes grazing over his bruises and beaten body. “Let me do the work, let me be the one to take your pleasure. Force your cock to be as deep as it will go, then stuff me so full of your cum that your essence drips out of me.”

“Can’t let good cum go to waste,” Matteo mutters, his eyes glancing over at me and Nero.

He smirks before stepping back with his hand outstretched to her.

She takes it and lets him haul her out of the bed.

Irene helps him shed his clothes, leaving his muscular back on display, his tattoos molding across its broadness as he flexes for her.

I touch between Nero’s strong shoulders, gently shoving him to take her spot on the bed.

A sharp smack emanates through the room, immediately followed by a yelp of surprise.

Nero gently scoots on the bed, moving back until his head hits the pillows.

Putting his arms behind my head, we watch as Matteo kneels behind Irene’s ass, eating her out from behind.

Her head is tilted back, face features contorted with pure bliss.

When her eyes open, they are blown wide with pleasure, her raven black hair tousled messily around her head.

I lean over her back, reaching around and tucking a piece of that silky, knotted hair behind her ear.

“Go sit on his fat cock, little raven,” I mutter in her ear, eyes connecting with Nero as I smirk.

Goosebumps rise over her skin as she nods slowly.

Matteo sits back and taps her wet pussy, the sloppy sound echoing in the room as she lifts one knee onto the bed, then the other.

She crawls toward Nero, placing her legs on either side of his hips.

“Make sure you are gentle. We don’t want to hurt him.

” Irene smirks at my words, her eyes flitting over her shoulder to wink at me before moving back to her.

She won’t hurt him, but in a scene this deep, I want to make sure that caution is voiced.

Nero’s large body tenses and his muscles ripple as she grinds her bloody cunt across his erection. Her movements hardly make any noise, but since we are so hyper-focused on her and what she’s doing, it’s easy to hear whatever we want to.

His hands finally move from behind his head, and his large hand wraps around the front of her throat.

“You are ours, little tulip,” he grumbles, his fingers closing around her throat as he brings her closer.

She says nothing, simply releases a breathy moan from between her plush lips.

Her hips speed up tempo, rocking along him frantically.

I climb onto the bed with them, my cock bobbing and slightly painful.

Wrapping my fingers in her locks, I wait for Nero to release her throat, then I yank.

“Fuck!” she shrieks as her gyrating stops.

I shove my cock between her smooth ass cheeks, letting the dry friction heat my skin with each shallow thrust. “Who told you to ride him like that? I don’t think I told you to put your puffy cunt on top of his dick, did I?

” I ask, pulling her head back further until she’s extending her breasts to the ceiling.

It takes me a moment to realize it, but there’s a small barbell in her left nipple.

I don’t know how I didn’t notice that before when I had my face literally plastered between them, but who am I to complain? “What did I tell you to do?”

“You told me to sit on it,” she whimpers, her eyes hazy.

The long look in her gaze is key for my understanding.

I remember a seminar a couple of years ago when we visited the Dirty Sinner MC that gave us clues into subspace.

With the way her eyes fade out, her compliance in our hands, I would guess she is probably pretty close to subspace. “That’s what I did.”

I realize my mistake but still swat her ass.

“You are right, I apologize, little raven. Let me be clear this time…” I shove her forward into Nero, and he catches her around the throat, his gaze piercing into hers.

“I want you to stuff his big dick inside that tiny cunt and tell us how it feels. Don’t pull that ‘it won’t fit’ bullshit.

You stretch, and you will revel in the burn. ”

I look over my shoulder at Matteo, who is sporting an impressed expression. Little does he know that Nero and I both know what he craves…

“Do you want Matteo to take your ass, pretty girl?” I shove my fingers into her mouth, and her tongue immediately swirls around my digits.

Without warning, I push a third finger into her mouth and go until she gags on them.

The sound is catching, one that I fantasize she makes while my cock is deep inside of her throat.

She nods her head as best as she can, her little claws digging into Nero’s bruised chest. He doesn’t say anything or try to stop her as she slowly rocks along his length.

A moment later, Nero slithers his hand between them and positions himself at her entrance.

I back up and get the perfect view of her small opening stretching to his entire length.

Each barbell of his ladder slowly notched into her.

“Oh,” she moans out, long and low as she owns his cock as her own.

“What do you want, vixen?” Matteo asks, his voice surprising me with how beastly he sounds. “Is that too much cock for you? Is your pussy not giving enough for him to enter? I thought you were a good girl, but Globe might be right…you may be too filthy to take him.”

She says nothing but acknowledges that she hears him by sinking down suddenly. The force of her hips slapping Nero’s makes the resounding smack all that much sweeter.

“There you fucking go,” I growl, loving how her blood coats Nero’s balls and tinges them brightly. “Where do you want his cum to go, baby? Want him to fill your cunt with his spunk? Own you entirely, then let the rest of us chain you down and have our way with you?”

“Yes,” she whispers, then says, “sir.” Her body suddenly crashes down, and Nero devours her mouth. I laugh wickedly at her submission. I expected her to put up more of a fight, but with how excited she was to see Nero…

Everyone is here.

I reach into the nightstand next to her bed, grabbing the small bottle of lube and squirting a small amount onto my fingers.

Matteo pulls apart her ass, her puckered hole on display for me as I coat it with lube too.

She mewls, her hips rocking into my touch.

Instead of forcing my way inside her, I hold my fingers to her asshole and let her ride them inside of her.

With a particularly hard downward motion, two of my fingers breach her seal.

“Oh!” she cries, her body jumping forward and further into Nero’s embrace.

With my free hand, I snake it around to her front and play with that special bundle of nerves.

Within moments, her body relaxes into Nero’s, pliant once more.

It takes several long minutes of her rocking over Nero’s length and me working my fingers inside of her for her body to fully relax.

With a heated look at Matteo, I mumble, “One of these days, I will be fucking your ass just like this.” With a gulp, pink tinges his cheeks and he focuses back on her ass.

“I bet Irene would love to take you from behind too, wouldn’t she?

” Removing my fingers from her ass, I bring my hand down on her luscious cheeks, watching them bounce then turn pink.

“Yes, sir,” she cries as I shove a fourth finger into her harshly. She doesn’t jump away like she did before, but her inhale of air is all I need to know.

“Matteo would love to have his asshole fucked by your fake cock while I pound into you from behind. Maybe he will suck off Nero while we fuck him.” Matteo moans, his eyes closing as he reaches to his own dick and strokes harshly.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel this tight hole swallow me, but I think I want to take your throat this round.

” Matteo snaps his head toward me, confusion etched on his features, but he doesn’t ask.

I nod forward, and he immediately crawls forward.

He lubricates his cock fully before pressing in.

“Yes,” Irene drags out. She and Nero both still so that Matteo can inch inward. She pants against Nero’s face, their eyes locked together as Matto works her over, all the way until she’s fully seated on both men.

“Fuck,” Nero croons, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “That’s a tight fit.”

“How do you feel, vixen? Is that too much cock for you?” He taunts, slowly backing away and letting her hips chase him. “Shit, she’s clenching.”

“Fuck, she’s gonna break my dick,” Nero laughs slightly before grunting. His hand swipes upward on her ass, the contact causing her cheek to jiggle. “Be a good girl and stay still.”

They meet eyes over her shoulder before they pull out and shove back in at the same time. Her body inches upward. I watch them together, momentarily stunned that this is currently my reality.

“Her throat is awfully empty,” Nero calls, pulling me out of my trance. His hand squeezes her throat, keeping her in place as he challenges me to get moving. I kneel next to her prone figure, her eyes glossy and hair messy from being fucked into oblivion.

“Does our dirty girl want one more?” I ask her, already knowing the answer. Nero lets go of her throat, and she nods. “Then you need to fucking beg me for it. Tell me how much you want it.”

I can tell she’s fighting a small part of her brain that wants to remain dominant. Then, a split second later, she’s giving in.

“Please fuck my throat, sir,” she begs, her gaze fluttering up at me through her lashes.

“I need you to punish my throat for getting me into trouble earlier.” Oh, she knows I was pissed off about that, and I will admit that this is the perfect way to punish her for talking out of turn with our Pres.

I debate inside my head whether I want to start slowly or just fuck her throat like I would her pussy. She leans down, sucking my tip in her mouth and shoving any plotting out the window. Fisting her hair, I hammer into her throat. “Fucking swallow,” I demand, and she does exactly as told.

“Shit, she’s coming,” Matteo growls, his cock pumping without mercy into her tight body. “We can wring another one from you, vixen, I just know it.”

Her throat is hot, wet, and fucking perfect. Just like the rest of her. The guys and I set a distinct rhythm, where when they are pulling out, I’m shoving myself so deep she gags.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Matteo announces, slurring how tight she is and that she’s perfect. He’s definitely a praiser. Irene nods when I retreat for a moment, saliva dripping like a chain from her chin and then dropping onto her ample chest.

“Please, I need to come so badly, sirs,” she begs. I cut her off with another downward thrust into her mouth. Her eyes flutter shut as she takes the pounding, but Matteo slips his hands around her waist. When she jolts forward and her eyes flash wide, I know he’s found his target.

“Come, little tulip,” Nero demands, dragging her eyes back to him while she takes a facial pounding. “Force me to give you all of my cum.”

She swallows her moans around my cock, the vibrations rolling up my spine, then right back down and straight to my balls. I yank out of her mouth, hold her hair in one hand and jerk myself harshly with the other.

“I’m going to paint your pretty face with my cum, mark you as ours and show everyone that you are not up for debate! “Ropes of cum shoot out of me as stars explode from behind my eyes, and her shrieks of pleasure become a distant sound as my body expels all its energy in one fell swoop.”

Fuck, I think we are all in trouble.