Chapter Four

The words hung in the air, and I felt my own cock throb in response. Marco’s fingers were already spreading her folds, revealing the slick, rosy flesh beneath. Maria's pussy was a work of art—plump lips glistening with her arousal, the tiny hood of her clit peeking out, begging for attention. She let out a small, choked sound as he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her.

“Oh, fuck,” Maria gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. Marco hummed against her, the vibration sending a visible shudder through her thighs. He lapped at her with lazy, deliberate strokes, savoring every drop of her wetness. Her juices coated his lips, and when he pulled back, he grinned up at me, his chin glistening.

“She’s sweet,” he said, his voice rough. “Try her.”

I didn’t need encouragement. I shifted lower, nudging his shoulder aside, and pressed my mouth against the heat of her. The first taste hit my tongue—a mix of salt and honey, with an undertone of something uniquely Maria. I groaned, burying my face deeper, my tongue sliding between her lips to find the hard little nub of her clit. She cried out, her hands flying to my hair, gripping tight.

“Yes—yes—don’t stop,” she begged, her hips grinding against my mouth.

I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, feeling it swell and pulse against me. Marco watched, his hand sliding down to her entrance, slipping one finger inside her without warning. Elena’s back arched, a strangled moan tearing from her throat. He pumped slowly, matching the rhythm of my tongue, his thumb pressing against her perineum.

“Look at her,” Marco murmured, his eyes fixed on where we worked her. “She’s gonna come apart for us.”

I redoubled my efforts, sucking her clit into my mouth while flicking it rapidly. Marco added a second finger, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside her. Elena’s breath came in ragged bursts, her legs trembling in my grip. She was close—I could feel it in the way her pussy clenched around his fingers, in the pitch of her moans.

“Fuck—fuck, I’m—!” She didn’t finish the sentence. Her whole body locked up, a sharp cry escaping her lips as her climax rolled through her. Her juices flooded my mouth and I drank her down greedily, not letting up until her shudders subsided into soft, breathless whimpers.

I pulled back, licking my lips, tasting her satisfaction. Marco withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum.

“Told you,” he said, his eyes dark with hunger. “And we’re just getting started.”

Maria’s POV

I was still trembling from my first orgasm, my thighs slick and my breath coming in shallow gasps. The taste of myself lingered on their lips—I could see it when Marco kissed me, hard and possessive, sharing my flavor between us. The other man, whose name I still haven’t caught, watched with hooded eyes, his hand already wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly.

“Your turn to feel us,” Marco murmured against my mouth, his fingers trailed down my stomach, dipping into the wetness between my legs. “You ready for my cock, Maria?”

I nodded, words failing me. My body answered for me—a shudder coursed through me, and then a small moan escaped my lips. He positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his dick pressing against my entrance, slick with my arousal. I felt the heat of him, and then he pushed.

The stretch was exquisite—a burn that bordered on pain but dissolved into pure pleasure as my walls parted for him. I gaspe as my nails dig into his shoulders. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, his pelvis flushed against mine, his breath hot on my neck.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his voice strained. “So fucking good.”

I was? But I wasn't able to dwell on that for long before he began to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each thrust hit deep, nudging that sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl. I could feel every inch of him, the ridge of his cockhead, the slight curve that rubbed just right.

The other man moved behind me, his hands cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples until I cried out. His lips press against my ear. “Look at you, taking him so well. You’re going to take me next.”

Marco’s pace quickened, his hips slapping against mine. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room—wet, obscene, perfect. I was lost in the rhythm, in the dual sensations of his cock stretching me and the other man’s fingers twisting my nipples. My second orgasm built faster than I expected, coiling low in my belly.

“Please—please don’t stop,” I beg, my voice a wrecked whisper.

Marco grunted, driving into me harder. “Come on my cock, Maria. Let me feel you.”

That’s all it took. I shattered, my inner walls clenching around him in wave after wave of pleasure. He followed a moment later, his own release spilled deep inside me, hot and thick.

I was still pulsing when he pulled out, his cum leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs. The other man was already behind me, guiding me onto my hands and knees, his hands gripping my hips.

“My turn,” he said, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my asshole, slick with my wetness and Marco’s cum. “You’re going to take me here.”

I pushed back against him, desperate for more, and he sank in with a single, brutal thrust.