She pecked their lips, looking at them smiling. Matteo smoothed over her thigh and Dante pulled her shirt up. His fingers grazed over her soft skin.
Jasmine's body heating and goosebumps rose in the wake of their touch.
Matteo pressed his lips gently on hers, reveling in her taste. Dante's hands moved under her shirt brushing his thumb over her erect nipple. Jasmine shuddered and pushed her chest forward seeking more.
His lips lowered to her neck, nibbling then running his tongue over her skin. He inhaled her scent, growling in an aggressive need for her. In the longing he has had.
In anticipation.
"Are you still my good girl?"
Matteo pulled back from her lips, looking into her eyes.
"Yes, Dante." She answered looking at them both. Her eyes wandered back to Matteo's.
He cupped her pussy, "Have you-
"No!" She said cutting him off. Dante knowing what she was going to ask, answered before the words could leave her mouth.
"No, Fiore. We belong to you, yes?"
He knew the answer, but the way she spoke any word, with a seductive sting, left him a feen.
"Yes."
Matteo pressed his hand harder against her rubbing her through her panties.
"I am yours, yes?" She whimpered as Matteo slipped his hand under the fabric.
She knew the answer but the confirmation...oh, the confirmation she needed to hear.
"Only ours." They answered in unison.
Her wild hair, and the disheveled look she wore triggered their next moves. She panted as Matteo's fingers touched her slick pussy.
"So wet already." His tongue ran over his lips. Jasmine took in every move he made.
In one swift motion, he pushed her back. Dante rounded the counter holding her hands over her head.
Matteo dragged her to the edge of the counter. Pulling her panties off swiftly. His actions were as rough as Jasmine remembers it. She breathes in slowly wanting more, needing more.
"Who do you belong to Jasmine?"
Matteo's voice ragged and his need for her taste on his lips, building.
He opened her legs wide. The light above them made her cunt glisten. He licked his lips and got on his knees.
Jasmine looked up at Dante as she felt his hand lightly trailing over her arms. His eyes dark and the view of him towering over her was an all too familiar feeling that she missed.
His fingers circled the fullness of her breast.
Simultaneously, Dante pinched her nipple and Matteo spanked her pussy licking up her wetness. Her back arched up.
This was what she craved.
The control they had over her body.
Having her in any way they liked.
Holding her down and being made to take them.
Dante pushed her back flat to the counter. Matteo lapped at her core, his tongue remembering her taste and every fold of her perfect cunt. It was his to have and that intensified his craving.
He slowly devoured her. Taking his time like he wouldn't have her again. Remembering the times he couldn't, and what agony that brought.
"Please, Matteo."
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DESIDERIO: A Short Story | 18+
RomantikThe hands on my body felt like placeholders for theirs. Matteo leaned into me, his lips brushing my skin, "Why would we want to hurt you?" He paused, lightly licking my face, and inhaling deeply as if that was the only breath he needed. "I just wa...
