Page 98 of Empire of Carnage
He layed back on the bench, bringing me down with him so that my back was pressed to his chest. Ronan climbed over us, his hard abs against me and sandwiching me between the two of them.
“Oh fuck, you’re dripping, flower.” Ronan exhaled into my ear.
Santos pulled out of me just enough to allow for Ronan to push the tip of his cock inside me, both of them in the same hole was way too much. Way too intense, and he wasn’t even fully in yet.
“Oh shit. Oh fuck!” I cried, Mateo laughing from the side with his manhood in his hands, stroking up and down and making me lick my lips with desire.
He walked towards me like he could read my thoughts. Each step closer Ronan pushed himself deeper inside me, coating himself in my arousal and filling me up. I reached out, wrapping my hand over Mateo’s cock and earning the sound of his pleasure.
He groaned, his fingers pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts with a gentle touch. Santos and Ronan moved slowly at first, until they’d both found their way fully inside me, bottoming out and wrecking me with a fullness that was near maddening.
And then they moved on their own terms, uncoordinated and out of sync in a purposeful way so that Ronan would feel every single one of Santos’ piercings against his cock as well. He dropped his head to my shoulder, biting down like it was nearly too much for him too.
I felt my climax building inside me again, every thrust of their hips taking me deeper into an altered state where I could feel myself losing the ability to feel anything but bliss. It erupted all around me, taking Santos with me as he held me tight against his body and emptied his release into me.
Santos pulled out of me, and Ronan lifted off of us so he could roll out from under me. Ronan laid down on the bench and I crawled over him, sitting on his erection once more and grinding down on him. I felt Mateo’s hot hand pressing onto my spine, urging me to lean forward as he settled in behind me. I opened my eyes to find Santos’ cock, still covered in cum right in front of my face, almost dripping onto Ronan’s forehead.
I opened my mouth to take him in just as Mateo squeezed the bottle of lube over my ass and let it slide down my crack. I hollowed my cheeks, relaxing my throat as Mateo thrusted his fingers into me from behind. First one, then two and eventually three fingers filled my ass and moved at a slow and delicious pace.
I cried out again as Ronan began to move once more, all three of them finding a new rhythm together, filling all of my holes and forcing me to fall apart again, making me come until I was nothing but an empty bag of bones being handled by them.
That was the easiest part about this. How effortless it was to be in control of my world and still drop to my knees for them because I wanted to be cared for. Because they could make me feel like I didn’t have to worry about only being strong.
I was theirs.
There was so much power in relinquishing everything to them.
And I always would.
Santos pumped his release down my throat just as Mateo emptied himself inside me. Ronan proved once again that his stamina had no end once the other two stepped back. He flipped me on my stomach over the bench, holding nothing back, he moved with the ferocity of a soldier as his fingers tormented the most sensitive bits between my thighs.
We cried together as he forced one final orgasm from me, sweaty and panting from exertion and bliss. They carried me up to our room, washed me and dropped me onto the silk sheets of the bed. Ronan draped a blanket over me before sliding in next to me.
“I just need a fifteen hour nap, then we can go again.” I mumbled out sleepily as the other two cuddled in around me.
“What is all this?” Santos said with marvel in his voice as my hands came off his eyes and his tia and primos shouted surprise.
“It’s your… retirement party.Officially,” I clarified.
Though he had easily slipped into a life of comfort and peace we had never actually discussed him leaving the life. Mateo, Ronan and I all knew he had long been done. He’d killed too many people for Guillermo, and he’d seen too many innocent lives snuffed out to keep going.
So had I.
But some of us were built differently. All I wanted for Santos was happiness and if I could provide it to him by taking the guns out of his hands and replacing it with a michelada instead, then I was happy to do it. I had plenty of good soldiers. I had the best of bodyguards. My man deserved for war to be over.
He deserved a way out that didn’t involve a shallow grave.
And more than that he deserved the community and village that his family thrived on. He deserved to have them here. With Guillermo’s untimely death and the family losing the financial means Los Muertos had provided them, I took it upon myself to move the Álvarez familia across the border.
There were no tears shed at the mention of her son’s death, and I was sure in some way, she knew that I had been responsible. But Santos’ tia thanked me regardless and within days they had made their way south and settled in like she had never left. After all she’d been a girl too when she first left. It was funny how the motherland always welcomed you back with open arms, no matter how long you’d been away.
I’d been so afraid of her judgment, of what others would think of me, and sure, there were certainly some along the way who felt I was less than for not having grown up here. But at the end of the day, my connection to my country was in my blood, it was in my eyes, and it was in my skin.
And even if I’d lost all those things, it would still be mine because Latinidad was in my soul. It was something no one could take from me, though they wanted to try. It was something you lost because you either gave it away, you let it die inside you, or because they’d stolen it from you. But the beautiful thing about it, was that it was a lot like a fire, all you needed were a few small embers to stoke it back to life.
We stayed up too late, dancing around the fire, drinking strong drinks before giving up on the night. Or rather, the now early morning. Some of Santos’ primos passed out on the floor of whatever rooms they could find to avoid trying to find their way home drunk despite Mateo’s offer to drive them.
“What a sunrise,” Taylor said from her wheelchair as we made our way back inside the house.
