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Havoc

F uck! Isabetta was temptation personified, lying there with her skin flushed, nipples hard, and tears drying on her cheeks.

Now Renzo had pulled back, I could see the pink-tinged cum dripping from her swollen cunt.

If I hadn’t left my phone in my jacket on the floor, I would have taken a photo.

I would have to get some later, after I had her to myself for a while.

Photos, videos—she was going to be a pretty model for me.

There were so many fantasies I wanted to bring to life, and capturing them was important.

While I knew Renzo had cameras set up in here, I was damn sure it wasn’t getting the perfect fucking view I had right now.

I wanted to dive back between her thighs and devour every drop of them both, but Milo beat me to it.

I let him have this one, as I already knew what she tasted like, her pure taste.

Undoubtedly, it was amazing mixed with the taste of Renzo, but it wasn’t like this was the only chance I would have to experience it, there would be plenty of other times.

I could be patient when it was something worth waiting for.

Instead, I wanted to move her into a better position.

“Sit back a second, Milo.” He glared at me from between her thighs but did what he was told.

He was such a fucking submissive sometimes.

Renzo had risen off the bed and moved to one of the two armchairs in the room.

He had pulled on a pair of sweats before he sat down, getting comfortable to watch us.

I gave him a wink over my shoulder as I wrapped my hands around Isabetta’s waist, easily flipping her onto her stomach.

She groaned, trying to push me away as I settled in front of her, my back against the headboard. Her moves were halfhearted at best, as she was still relaxed from her orgasm and sprawled limply over my lap.

“Come on now, none of that. A little fucktoy like you can’t be satisfied with only one orgasm.”

The look she shot me when I spoke was venomous, but before she could say anything, I slid two fingers into her mouth and pressed down on her tongue.

“Don’t say something that I will have to spank you for, little fucktoy, because I am just begging for a reason. Now, I want you to tuck your knees up underneath you and lift your ass into the air so Milo can get a taste of that drippy little cunt.”

Her cheeks burned red and her eyes glared daggers at me, but that didn’t stop her from doing what she was told. She was exactly like Milo; you give either of them a command, and even if they were mad at you, they couldn’t help but do what they were told.

I started pumping my fingers in and out of her mouth, not too deep, but I wanted to get her ready for what was to come, even if it was subconsciously.

Plus, she looked so fucking pretty, with my fingers in her mouth and daggers in her eyes.

I was tempted to encourage fresh tears to fall onto her cheeks, but there would be time for that later.

Her lips had closed around my fingers, and she was sucking on them gently.

Her tongue smoothed sweetly along the digits.

It would take a little work, getting her to make the most of her mouth, but I was looking forward to helping her practice.

Not to mention there were few things Renzo liked as much as having his cock warmed while he completed all the boring work that came with running a criminal empire which masqueraded as a legitimate business, so she wouldn’t lack for practice.

Her fingers gripped the sheets as she wiggled her lush little ass, lifting it into the air and tucking her knees under her belly.

I was going to make her get on her hands and knees, but it could wait a little longer.

As much as I wanted my cock down her throat, we needed to work her up to things, or we were going to scare her.

Although if she ran, then I would have the excuse to chase her and drag her back. She needed to know who she belonged to, and that there would be no escape now that we finally had her in our clutches. The thought of it sounded fun, even if it wasn’t the way I wanted things to go tonight.

Once she was in place, Milo was there with his face between those glorious thighs, licking up the mess Renzo had made of her.

I slid my other hand into her hair, keeping her head up so I could fuck my fingers in and out of her mouth as I watched my brother.

He was holding down her calves and spreading her legs just enough that he could lean right into her.

His tongue delved into her well-fucked hole a little more each time he swiped over it.

“Look at that. I wish you could see what I see, little fucktoy. Milo looks so fucking happy between your thighs, and you’re making such a mess of his face, aren’t you?

I bet his tongue feels so good on that sore, swollen cunt.

It wouldn’t take much for him to make you cum, would it?

” My free hand gripped her halo, and I shook her head back and forth.

I slid my fingers back far enough that she gagged before easing up, and then just fucked them in to the second knuckle and back.

Fuck, she even sounded pretty when she gagged. I was fucking doomed.

Looking down at her, she was caught between glaring up at me and trying to rock back against Milo’s tongue.

Whatever he was doing to her pretty little hole had her cheeks flushed and panting around my fingers.

“That’s a good little slut. Come on his tongue, and then we’re both going to fuck you.

I bet you can’t wait, can you? Had your first taste of cock, and now you want more.

” When she tried to speak, I added a third finger to her mouth and fucked deeper again, cutting her off.

It didn’t matter what she had to say, this was happening.

The sooner she accepted it, the sooner we could get to the fun part.

I wasn’t in the mood to listen to her argue pointlessly.

“Don’t worry, little fucktoy, between the three of us, we’re going to give you more cock than you can handle and you’re going to love every second.

I can’t wait for you to beg for it. Bet it won’t take long till you’re on your knees, begging to be fucked and desperate to come.

Such a needy little girl. You’re going to look so pretty like that.

I know you’re craving it. I bet you’ve been thinking about it for years. ”

The more I spoke, the tighter her fingers gripped the sheets.

They opened and close like she was fighting herself.

I could see through her, though. As her knees slid further apart, and her back arched to let Milo get closer.

It was in the way she rocked back against his tongue as he brought her gently to her climax.

I could feel it in the way she sucked on my fingers, when her actions turned from subconscious to intentional.

I felt it in her little whimpers and moans vibrating against my skin.

Fuck, she was going to feel so good on my cock.

A gentle climax rolled through Isabetta, her toes curling and hands flexing.

It was so slow and sweet, exactly the care I would expect Milo to give her after Renzo had taken her so hard.

We helped her through the orgasm in our own ways.

Milo easing her down, while I worked her up more.

He may have been the soft hand, but I knew what she could take. She didn’t need us to baby her.

Finally, when she was relaxed again, it was time to get to the fun part.

Working her up had been enjoyable, don’t get me wrong, and I could sit here and watch her suck on my fingers for hours while Milo made her come over and over.

But I had been dreaming about being inside of her for close to a decade, and I could only be so patient.

I gave Milo a nod, indicating he should get into place first. He didn’t bother to undress, which surprised me.

Sure, there was no need, but he was the sort who would do it anyway, wanting to make her more comfortable.

He was acting far more like me, he simply unzipped his trousers, wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before he slowly slid it home inside her.

I knew the moment he sunk into her tight cunt. Not only because he groaned like he had been stabbed, but by the way her eyes widened and she bit down on my fingers. Her hands scrabbled across the sheets and her back arched like she wanted to escape, but she couldn’t as I was in her way.

“What’s wrong? You were born for this, little fucktoy.

We’re giving you what you need. Here, I’ll help distract you.

” The offer may have sounded kind, but everyone in the room knew it wasn’t.

Tugging her by her halo, I forced her to rise onto her hands and knees, though her back remained arched as Milo rocked gently inside her.

He wasn’t fucking her yet, just seating himself as deeply as he could. The fucking wasn’t far away, though.

Wrapping her pretty, long blonde hair tightly around my fist, I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and wiped them on the captured strands.

Her lips remained so enticingly agape, like she knew what I was thinking, so while I was tempted to spit into her mouth, I saved that for later.

Instead, I unzipped my own trousers and pulled my thick cock out.

I smirked as her eyes went straight to the Jacob’s ladder running up the underside of my length. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. Those are going to feel amazing when I fuck your tight ass later.”