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“Please Renzo, I’m so close, just touch me a little? I need it.” Her voice was a soft whisper, like she didn’t want to ask too loudly. We were going to have to break her of that habit. There was no need for her to be shy. I wanted to hear her beg, to tell me what she desired.

I returned my hand to her throat, a reminder not to move as I undid my trousers with my other hand.

It wasn’t the sexiest striptease I had ever done, but there would be time for that later.

One day, I would tie her to a chair and make her watch as the twins stripped and touched me.

Make her watch as they showed her what I liked, watch as I took them, just like I was going to take her now.

None of these thoughts were helping me stay calm, but I didn’t care anymore.

I needed to be inside her. To fill her until I was imprinted so deep inside her she would feel me forever.

My trousers hit the floor, my boxers only a couple of seconds behind them.

I didn’t worry about a condom; I knew she was on birth control.

She had one of those little implants in her arm, so we didn’t have to worry about anything.

I would let her keep it for now, as I wanted to make sure my business was secure before we started our family.

But I knew the twins were looking forward to breeding her.

Releasing her throat, I gripped her thighs and pulled her down the sheets until her ass rested against my own.

I could see worry shadowed her eyes again as she looked down her body to where my cock rested on top of her mound and pushed up onto her lower belly.

She was quiet, her teeth worrying at her bottom lip nervously.

Though I wanted to say something to reassure her—to tell her I’d go slow, and this wouldn’t hurt—I couldn’t. I didn’t want to lie to her.

I couldn’t go soft and slow, no matter what she deserved.

Collecting both her wrists in one hand, I wrapped the other around the base of my cock, holding it steady as I pushed into her—just the tip, for now.

“Just breathe, little tesoro.” Like that would help when her body was stretched more than it had ever been before.

Her whimpers were soft, teeth digging deeper into her lip.

She scrunched her eyes closed, but I couldn’t have that and I squeezed her wrists hard enough that her eyes snapped open.

“Eyes on me. I want to see you. I want to see everything you feel.”

“It hurts.” She let out a soft half-sob and shook her head as I pushed another inch deeper. Fuck, she was so fucking tight it was almost painful. “Please, Renzo … I can’t, it’s too much.”

Just to show her she could, I slid in a little further. I probably should have pulled back a little, eased in and out until she was used to it, but I couldn’t. The thought of pulling out of her didn’t even occur to me, instead I was caught in a slow, slow descent into her hot, wet depths.

“You’re taking me so fucking well, tesoro. I can’t stop. I need you. Need to be deep inside you.” When she whimpered again, my control snapped, I couldn’t keep up this slow pace. My hips snapped forward, and I buried my entire length inside her.

She screamed, her head thrown back, eyes closed. And with all I was putting her through, I let her have that minor concession, but only for a moment.

“Slower! It’s too much, Renzo.” She shook her head, while trying to pull her hands free of my grip and close her thighs.

She couldn’t do either, as her strength was nothing against mine.

My body kept her thighs parted and her wrists were held firm above her head.

I was overwhelming her—body and soul—and though I probably should have felt bad about it, this felt right.

Like everything was finally snapping into place.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” The moan that came from behind me was decidedly more masculine than any of the sounds I had wrenched from Isabetta.

Glancing over my shoulder, I found both the twins standing in the doorway, their eyes glued to my wife. She tensed beneath me, and I groaned while grinding my hips against hers, stretching her out as my cock worked inside her. “Come and hold her still for me. She’s struggling.”

She glared up at me as I pulled back about halfway before thrusting back into her, still holding her down by her wrists. Now I was inside her, the hand that wasn’t holding her wrists returned to its place encircling her throat. It looked good, like it belonged there.

The twins finally snapped out of their stupor, moving to kneel on the bed on either side of Isabetta. They wasted no time grabbing her thighs and pinning them open for me. Milo’s touch was soft, like he was, whereas Havoc dug his fingers into her skin, marking her.

“Such good boys, aren’t you?”

My praise made Milo grin, and he tilted his head up so I could press a kiss to his lips as I rocked my cock a couple of inches in and out of Isabetta.

Havoc was never one to respond appropriately to praise, instead he turned his attention to Isabetta’s tits, licking and nipping at her nipples.

As he sucked hard on one, I felt her pussy’s grip on my cock tighten.

Pulling back from the kiss, I looked down at them.

“Fuck, pet, do that again. She liked it.”

She shook her head, but her protest rang hollow.

Chuckling, I pulled back more with each thrust, but she continued to whimper and shake her head.

“Please, Renzo … it’s too much.”

But I only sped up my thrusts a little more each time she begged.

Milo lay down beside her and lightly stroked his fingers through her hair, his lips pressed against her ear. “You can take it, ragazza dolce. You were born to take him. And you’re doing it so well. You can take all of this and more.”

I wasn’t sure if it was his soft words, but her hips were now rising to meet my every thrust, her whimpers becoming moans.

“Do you want me to make you feel good, ragazza dolce?” He was still murmuring, and she turned her head, tears spilling over her cheeks as she looked at him, desperation in her eyes as she nodded.

I wasn’t mad that her attention wasn’t focused on me, as I knew I could get it back in a second. This was what I wanted, to share her with the two others who meant the most to me. We were going to be stronger together, and there was nothing I would keep from them.

Milo’s hand slid down over her stomach to rest against her mound. His fingers circled her clit, stroking lightly over the little bundle of nerves. It was a tease more than anything, but the moan she gave was eclipsed only by the way she clenched around my cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I echoed their words from earlier, my hips slamming into hers, as I took what I needed. I should have been focused on making her feel good, but Milo would make sure she enjoyed herself. We worked well as a team.

Havoc switched between her breasts, making sure neither were neglected.

And all the while, Milo whispered filthy words, telling her she was ours, and all the ways we were going to take her—pressed between us, full of our cocks and cum, begging for more—and his words stirred my desire as much as they did hers.

He was putting sweet words to all the depraved, filthy things we had imagined doing to her.

Letting go of her wrists, I gripped her throat with both hands as I thrust in as deep as I could go.

Her pussy was so tight around me, although she had loosened a little, and at my intrusion her thighs trembled and her back arched off the bed.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes glazed with pleasure, although I could tell she still felt a hint of pain as her teeth bloodied her lower lip.

“That’s right, ragazza dolce, let go. Just like on the plane. Let pleasure wash over you and come on his cock. Show him how much you fucking love this.” Milo’s words, or maybe it was his fingers, tipped her over the edge.

Isabetta threw her head back as she came, as her pussy clenched tight and her thighs trembled. It only took me a few more slams of my hips to follow her over, groaning as I filled her. I finally laid claim to my wife, spilling deep inside of her, the first of many times that I planned to do so.

I didn’t stop my thrusts, although they were much slower and gentler now, making sure I worked my cum into her as far as I could. My movement slowly helped her calm down until I could lean forward and press a soft kiss to her lips.

As I pulled back and eased my cock from her tight pussy, Havoc sat up and tugged his shirt over his head.

“Now it’s our fucking turn.”