Page 25 of Her Italian Wedding (Sweet Treats 9)

“We remember,” growls Matteo as he probes my dark hole. “Shit baby. You knew all the way back then? Your kitty is so sensitive and tight, but let’s try your back hole just to be sure.”

Somehow, Matteo gets himself positioned over me in front of Domenico, and I feel an intense pressure at my coffee spot. My cheek presses against the mattress and my hands grip the sheets with anticipation.

“Oh, unnnh,” is my low wail, as Matteo invades my darkest channel. “Oooh!”

With a lot of pushing and pulling, it’s finally done. My two holes are completely plugged full with men, and I’ve never been happier.

“Oh oh oh!” I cry out as they begin a rhythm in me. “It feels so GOOD!”

Matteo and Domenico grunt and groan, and the end comes quickly. Having meat in both my holes makes things extra-tight, and within minutes, we’re summiting to the peak.

“Oh shit!” Matteo roars, spraying into my backside.

“FUCK!” Domenico yells, pulsing into my ruby redness.

Meanwhile, I dissolve into a haze of bliss, my kitty seizing and clamping with delight. I let out a long, guttural cry of pleasure, only stopping when the men have filled me full.

“Mmm,” I sigh as they pull out. “I’m so glad you didn’t go back to Italy.”

They’re breathing hard from exertion, but both Matteo and Domenico are as handsome and fit as always. I’ll never get enough of their sculpted chests, six pack abs, and long, thick tools.

“I’m so glad we didn’t either,” rumbles Matteo as he lies down beside me. “It would have been hell being away from you.”

Domenico takes his place on my other side as he takes my hand.

“You mean everything to us, Melissa. We don’t regret moving here at all. Not for one instant.”

I smile gently at him.

“We can go back anytime, you know. Not until after the baby’s born of course, but Sienna told me that they found a new daughter for the Milan Lodge named Lacey. She’s going to be the new First Daughter, and they say there are already a few Milanese truckers eagerly awaiting her arrival.”

The two men chuckle deep in their chests.

“Well, I can see why they’d be eager. Are they going to share her?”

I cock my head.

“I think so. There’s no other way because she’s the only one, but I heard Lacey is into that. She likes being taken by multiple men simultaneously, and in fact, prefers to be shared that way.”

Matteo and Domenico’s blue eyes flare.

“That’s good because Italian men can be very demanding, as you know,” growl my lovers. “The Milan Lodge will be fine, and we don’t have to worry. It’s not our responsibility anymore, and Dads and Daughters is a very flexible group. But Matteo and I do have something to ask you,” Domenico rumbles, his manner turning serious.

I smile at him.

“Oh, does this have to do with the shower head that’s leaking? It’s okay. I already called maintenance, and they’re going to send a plumber over.”

My two men share a look and smile.

“No, cara, it has nothing to do with the leaky shower, although thank you for calling maintenance for us. You should let us handle these things, Melissa,” says Matteo. “You’re pregnant and we don’t want you to stress yourself out so close to your delivery date.”

“I’m not stressed out about making a phone call!” is my laugh. “It’s so easy.”

But the two handsome truckers press on.

“No, what we’re saying is that we’d like to have an Italian wedding, sweetheart. We’d like you to marry us, if you’re willing.”

I stare at them, my hands resting gently on my enormous belly.

“You mean with a ceremony and all?” I ask hesitantly. “And a white dress and cake?”

The two men nod, their blue eyes serious.

“Yes, baby. We’re very conservative, and as you know, Italian men can be possessive as well. We’d like you to wear our ring. One for each of your ring fingers,” Matteo growls. With that, Matteo and Domenico each pull out small jewelry boxes, and I gasp as the covers flip open. Inside, are two diamond rings: one carat for my right and left hands.

“Oh wow,” is my breathless sigh, my eyes growing round as a stare at the sparklers. “These are gorgeous.”

Domenico and Matteo grin.

“Then is that a yes?” they ask.

“Yes yes yes!” I laugh, throwing my arms around their wide shoulders. “Of course I’ll be your wife.”

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