Chapter Eight

I hugged Vespa tightly, refusing to let her go. As the months passed, my brothers became increasingly attached to her, making it such a shame that I couldn't have her to myself.

We took turns fucking her, and whenever it was my turn, I tried to outdo the others and try to make up for the lost time. She enjoyed my thrusts and my tongue, and I used both skillfully to please her.

We were just finishing a round of wild sex, and my heart soared when her juices coated my shaft and she bit her lips to suppress her moan.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped through gritted teeth. “That’s it. That’s...just right.”

With my cock still throbbing, I moved off of her and rested my forehead on hers. Our breaths mingled, and I kissed her tenderly, feeling her relax against me.

I buried my face in the softness of her hair, reveling in the scent of her citrus-infused shampoo. When I gently lifted her chin, her warm, moist breath caressed my face, filling me with a deep longing.

Reclaiming her lips, I crushed myself