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The words got exactly the reaction I wanted.

She opened her mouth wider, indignation burning across her cheeks.

Before she could say anything, I pushed half my cock in her mouth, and her words were muted as they vibrated angrily against my flesh.

When she tried to pull back, I thrust a little deeper, using my grip on her hair to hold her in place.

Fuck, her mouth felt like heaven, and not only because I was looking straight down at her halo.

It didn’t take long for Milo and me to find our rhythm.

This wasn’t the first sexual conquest we’d had between us.

I wanted to say it surprised me, how many girls soaked their panties at the thought of being fucked by twins, but people didn’t surprise me anymore.

They were all fucking animals. But not Isabetta, she was ours, and we were the fucking animals.

Each time Milo fucked into her, she was forced forward onto my cock, and her eyes went wide as she struggled not to choke.

I made sure I didn’t go too deep, using my grip on her hair to keep the thrusts shallow.

There was plenty of time to teach her to take a proper facefucking later, right now, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with the mess.

Milo’s grip on her hips, and my grip on her hair, kept her from moving too far in either direction, and she couldn’t do much more than rock between us, taking both our cocks. She looked fucking perfect doing it too. This was a sight that was going to be burned into my memory. The second of many.

Looking at Renzo, I could see him leaning forward in his chair, his hand in his sweats.

Smirking, I flashed him a wink, chuckling when he bared his teeth in return.

It wasn’t the last time he was going to watch us fuck his wife.

Maybe next time he’d fuck her with us—once we worked her up to it, of course.

Glancing back at Isabetta, I saw she wasn’t fighting it anymore.

Her cheeks were flushed, not with anger, but with need.

She was using her grip on the sheets to thrust back against Milo when he pushed forward.

She was even taking a little more of my cock; not enough to be in her throat, and certainly not all of it, but she was sucking each time I pulled out like she didn’t want me to go. Fuck, she learned quick.

“You gonna come for us, pet? Be a good girl and come all over my brother’s cock?”

Milo took my words as a signal to reach around her, and pressed against her clit with his fingers, rubbing in time with his thrusts.

Each moan and gasp she made around my cock felt like heaven, and I let my head fall back as I fucked her faster, listening to our symphony of pleasure. My thrusts were still shallow, a little frustrating sure, but all pleasure was frustrating, really.

Milo was breathing hard, whispering his cute little affirmations of sweetness, like his filthy words were better because he wrapped them in pretty sentences and sweet compliments.

As if he wasn’t as depraved as Renzo and me.

We all knew he was, because he’d agreed to train her, and I knew he was fucking salivating to get her on her own and to ease her into our different kinks.

He wanted to be the face she trusted. The one she ran to when she was upset, the one who comforted her.

It was all a show, but we had agreed to it.

Renzo needed to keep the business running.

With his dad retiring, he was the one in charge, and the capos hadn’t been fucking happy about him taking time off for a honeymoon.

But the jeers about needing so long to pump a baby into his new wife had died down quick enough when I had gotten out of my chair.

I didn’t have the patience for all the ass kissing that went on, and had no fucking time for snide insults, and they fucking knew it.

Milo did a lot of the negotiating for us, as he had the patience for it.

Renzo was good at it too, but he had a lot on his fucking plate, so it was better if he delegated and people didn’t bother him directly.

We both tried to take as much off his shoulders as we could.

A burden shared was a burden lightened, or whatever nonsense Milo liked to say.

I think he had even said teamwork made the dream work once.

Although with Isabetta between us, I could finally see what he had meant.

I planned on making good use of this time we had wrangled away from the city, and I was going to make sure I got some time alone with Isabetta.

There had been so many things I had dreamed of doing to her since I had first started thinking sexy, naughty thoughts.

I had imagined chasing her around the house, pinning her to the wall, screaming and fighting.

Making her take my cock and filling her until she was screaming for a whole different reason.

I had thought about sharing her with Milo, with Renzo; making them see what she was capable of and how much she could take. Things I had shown her she loved.

One of my favorite thoughts was tying her up for Renzo and making her show him just how prettily she could beg, then how beautiful she looked when she cried.

The thought of edging her over and over until she forgot everything except for Renzo sitting in front of her, me behind her, and her need to come.

Her world narrowed until it was all she knew.

Sometimes Milo was there too. We may have shared fucktoys before, and we may both have been with Renzo since we’d been interested in fucking, but I had no interest in fucking my brother.

It would be like masturbating my less interesting self.

I had also thought about fucking her while Renzo fucked me, and Milo fucked her too. She would look stunning between us all.

These thoughts had helped drag things out, but I couldn’t hold off any longer.

I started fucking quicker into her mouth, still holding her head in place so she didn’t choke.

Milo was slamming into her now, gripping her hips tightly, grinding each time he bottomed out.

He came first, groaning, then laying over her back, pressing kisses to her shoulders and spine.

I wasn’t far behind, pulling back just enough so I could spill my cum all over her tongue. Though I didn’t care if it spilled out of her mouth, as I wanted her to go to sleep thinking of the taste of me. It was less than a minute before we were all slumped on the bed, breathing hard.

Renzo had risen at some point and joined us on the bed with a warm, wet towel. He cleaned Isabetta up a bit before laying down next to Milo. No one said a word. We simply drifted off to sleep, curled up together.