Page 15 of Her Italian Wedding (Sweet Treats 9)

Not only that, but my little hole is completely used. I’ve taken two men back there, and both Matteo and Domenico were so enormous. They slid themselves fully into me, switching off with each other as I moaned with pleasure. My pink depths were plumbed, only to end with all three of us erupting with a mix of need, satisfaction, and sheer delirium.

Oh wow! How did that even happen? I try to get my thoughts in order before the two Italian stallions appear from the other side of the wall. They’re cleaning themselves up, and I can hear low murmurs as they talk. Was I able to differentiate between Domenico and Matteo? Will I be able to tell who’s whom?

I’m not sure. One man felt slightly thicker, and he had loose, pendulous balls that slapped against my folds every time he buried himself deep. The other man was just as long, but he has a curve in his rod that goes to the left. It probed right where I needed it, and I think I exploded ten times faster because it was hitting a particularly tantalizing spot.

My suspicion is that the first man was Matteo, and the second Domenico, but I don’t want to let on that I already have a good sense of who’s whom. After all, this game is fun. I love pushing my body to new limits and providing pleasure for men to enjoy. This is why I exist, and serving Matteo and Domenico with my curves makes me happy.

After a moment, the men reappear. Their huge forms loom tall and dominating in the small space, and they pause when they see me. My skin is still flushed, and I’ve since lost all of my clothing except for the lacy thigh highs and high heels.

“I felt constricted,” I explain, gesturing to the discarded bra on the ground. “My girls like to swing free when I’m having fun.”

Their blue eyes flare.

“Of course,” grinds out Matteo. He steps forward to cup the left hillock and tenderly rolls the nip between his fingers before corkscrewing off with a pop. I let out a little gasp, my eyes fluttering shut with pleasure.

“Oooh, that felt good,” I mewl, desperate for him to continue. But instead, Domenico’s procured a pack of wet wipes from somewhere, and the two men kneel before me.

“Spread your legs, cara,” growls Domenico, both of their gazes fixed on my private vee. “We want to clean you.”

Shocked, I do as they ask, and sure enough, the two Italian stallions pat gently at my pink folds with the damp paper. They’re tender and loving, and Domenico leans forward quickly to give me nub a quick suckle. I gasp as he pulls back with a grin.

“She tastes like seed,” he growls to Matteo. “We sprayed her really well.”

It’s true after all. I took two huge male loads, and even know, the goopy fluid is dripping from my private parts. It coats my folds and I want to tell them not to wipe it up, but Domenico and Matteo are focused on their goal. With gentle strokes, they clean me completely before sitting back on their heels to look at my sweetness with satisfaction.

“Are you sore, cara?” asks Matteo in a low voice. “Your little hole is quite inflamed.”

“I am sore,” I murmur with a cheeky smile. “But it’s okay because I have two other holes to use. As a First Daughter, I take my role very seriously,” I say.

Immediately the two men stand to tower over me, their gazes hungry once more.

“You’re so beautiful, Melissa, and a thousand times more than what we expected,” rasps Matteo.

“Why?” I ask humorously. “Were you expecting a country bumpkin from Appalachia? Not that I have anything against Appalachia. My mom’s family was from there,” I say by way of explanation.

“No, we don’t even know where Appalachia is,” says Domenico in a low, intense tone. “But yes, you’ve exceeded our expectations. We thought we were going to get someone more American. Maybe someone who is spoiled and entitled, and demands to have things her own way.”

“Hey!” I protest playfully. “That’s not how all Americans are! And it’s definitely not how I am. I came from nothing, don’t you remember? Shoshanna introduced me to Dads and Daughters as soon as I turned eighteen so that I would have a place to go after being a ward of the State. I have very humble roots and am definitely not entitled.”

“Of course not,” intones Matteo.

“You’re very humble yet resourceful,” adds Domenico in a low voice. “We’re lucky to have you Melissa. Now, tell us: were you able to differentiate between us during that experience? Could you feel the change?”

I smile slyly at them.

“I think I’ll need some more practice before I can say for certain,” is my saucy reply. “But I could definitely feel that there was a difference, yes.”

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