Page 12 of Her Italian Wedding (Sweet Treats 9)

The two men nod, their azure gazes flaring.

“Exactly, cara.”

“Both of you at once?” I squeak. “I mean, I have done that before but I didn’t know we were going to start out like that.”

Domenico and Matteo stiffen before my eyes, and as I watch, two huge poles harden within their pants legs. Oh my god, Domenico’s is so enormous that it wraps around his waist, while Matteo’s is so huge that it reaches almost to his knee. Can I take it? Can I take both of them at once? I swallow thickly, and meet their eyes with my own. I desperately want to try, and nod slightly.

But then the men laugh hoarsely again.

“No, not at once initially, baby girl, although of course, we’re happy to do that. Double penetration is something we definitely enjoy, with us in each of your holes, or with both of us in one hole, if you’re open to it.”

“I am,” I breathe. “I can do Double V as well as Double A.”

Both men inhale sharply, their gazes focusing.

“Double V as well as Double A?” asks Matteo slowly, shaking his head as if he can’t believe the gift he’s been given.

“Mio Dio,” rasps Domenico. “We have been blessed to find you, Melissa.”

I giggle a little and my cheeks flush a pretty pink once more.

“I can do it, but is that what you had in mind?” I prompt again.

The alpha males regain their senses and shake themselves to alertness.

“No, not this first time,” growls Matteo. “You see, we want to see if a woman can tell us apart. Meaning, you’ll take one of us in yourself, getting used to a man’s particular feel. His length and depth, so to say. Then you’ll take the other of us into yourself and get used to his feel as well. We want to know if after a certain amount of practice and usage, you can differentiate between us.”

I gasp.

“But that’s easy. I should definitely be able to,” I say. “Especially if you’re very different.”

The two men’s eyes gleam.

“We’re not that different,” growls Matteo. “We’re each twenty-five centimeters and very thick. We want to know if it’s the details that help you tell us apart. A man’s movements, for example. The need and strength by which he enters you. The feel of his balls as they slap against your sweetness. The musk of his juice even, and the force of his sprays.”

I can hardly believe this.

“Oh my goodness,” I say breathily. “Holy shit.”

“It’s a lot to ask,” acknowledges Matteo in a rumble. “But we think you could be the right girl for the job.”

I swallow again, trying to get my bearings. The two men are so compelling, with their wide shoulders, broad chest, and long legs. What will they be like raw and uninhibited?

“Twenty-five centimeters?” I ask again with a dry mouth. “Do you know what that is in inches?”

“Ten inches,” rasps Domenico. “Can you do it, sweetheart? Can you handle ten inches twice, and then differentiate between the two?”

I swallow again. Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. Of course, I’ve serviced dozens, if not hundreds, of truckers in the past. I’ve been with two men before, and let them enjoy my body simultaneously, and it was fantastic. But Domenico and Matteo take things to the next level. They want to play with me in a way that’s both novel and filthy, and I’m titillated by the idea. The question is: can I handle it? With a deep, indrawn breath, I give them my answer.

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Matteo

At first, I’m afraid that Melissa will say no. After all, it’s not everyday you’re propositioned by two men who also want to conduct a dirty experiment using your body. I’m sure she’s very experienced when it comes to pleasing men, but Domenico and I take things to the next level.

After all, that’s why we were selected to start-up the Milan Lodge. We knew some truckers from around the Continent, and they’d mentioned Dads and Daughters to us. However, when we applied for membership, headquarters said yes but with a caveat: would we be interested in forming a new chapter in our homeland?

Of course, we said yes. One thing about being Italian is that Domenico and I have a lot of native pride. We want Italians to be the best at everything, including language, cuisine, sports, architectural monuments, and now this. We want to have the biggest, fanciest Lodge, and have the most tasty girls to please men on this side of the Atlantic.

Yet Melissa’s blown all our expectations out of the water with her sweet demeanor and yet knowing air. Being with her has shown us that it’s possible to have someone who’s a lady in a real life, but who’s an animal between the sheets. At least, we anticipate that that’s what she’ll become because that’s how we like our women: lusty, curvy, and with an appetite for life.

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