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He tries again, and this time it’s smoother, easy as he gently pushes inside me. It’s not as painful as I thought it would be, and I’m thankful for experimenting in Tuscany and how Nicoli prepared my body for this moment.

“Oh, yeah, baby girl,” he murmurs. “Take all of us.”

This time I sink back down, taking Nicoli into me, and he curses heavily against my back. I’m filled with both their cocks now, my body stretched around them, hot and heavy. I try to suppress a moan by biting my bottom lip, feeling both of them pushing in and out. Rome picks up the pace, thrusting ever deeper into me while Nicoli follows with slow and steady rocking.I don’t think I’ve ever been this full, filled to capacity, my body trembling from the exquisite pressure that’s both pleasure and pain rolled up into a whirlpool of sensations.

“Your ass will always only be mine.”

“Only yours,” I simper. Both men increase their thrusts in an alternating rhythm that shows their experience with sharing women. They’re moving with my pleasure in mind and not their own until all three of us find a cadence that’s a seductive dance that builds and builds, until my body starts to tremble, unable to take any more.

“Nicoli. I can’t…it’s too much.”

Abruptly, I’m pulled away from Rome’s body, both men sliding out of me, relief flooding my system. I’m a fucking mess when Nicoli forces me down to take Rome’s cock back in my mouth while he slams into my pussy.

Nicoli grunts, and I moan loudly as he pounds relentlessly into my cunt. The orgasm takes me, rippling and crashing against every bone. My body trembles from head to toe, and my breaths are heavily panting exhales.

“Nicoli.” Rome tugs at the cuffs around his wrists. “I’m gonna come.”

“Swallow every last drop, Hummingbird.”

Rome comes in my mouth, squirting in the back of my throat, and Nicoli roars, his cock jerking inside me as he climaxes. Both men orgasm, cum dripping from my mouth as I struggle to swallow it all.

Nicoli’s fingers dig into my hips, his groans reaching peaks with every thrust.

“Nicoli,” I exhale, overcome with exhaustion that crashes over me. “I can’t.”

“I got you, baby girl.”

I collapse, and Nicoli pulls me into him, moving so he’s cradling me against his chest. My mind is in hazy chaos, my body aching all over. Reaching up, I cup his cheek, staring up and into the blue depths of his irises. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Hummingbird. Now, close your eyes. I’ll take care of you.” He takes my hand and kisses my palm. “I’ll always take care of you.”

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The water iswarm and soothing against my skin, the floaty bubbles popping with the scent of light flowers and coconut. Candlelight flickers in every corner of the modern, sleek bathroom, reflecting in the large mirror above the wall-mounted vanity. It’s all white marble and silver finishings, strikingly different from the dark and sultry bedroom.

My bones are numb, and there’s a dull ache between my legs. My body is exhausted, but on the inside, I feel exhilarated. My mind is calm without racing thoughts, only...bliss.

I’m basking in the afterglow of what happened between the three of us. I’ve always imagined what it would be like with two men, but I never thought I’d ever have the chance to experience it. And it surpassed every dream, every fantasy, but only because Nicoli was there. He guided me and took control. It wouldn’t have been this mindblowing if I didn’t have him right there with me.

The door opens, and Nicoli stands silhouetted in the doorway. “He’s gone.”

“He left?”

“Yeah.” Nicoli strolls in, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. “Part of the deal. No hovering and no sticking around for pillow-talk.” He pulls a hand through his hair. “Frankly, I think Rome’s just happy he’s still alive.”

I chuckle. “Why would he agree to it if he thought his life was in danger?”

“Apparently, he’s a masochist.”

Nicoli kneels beside the tub, cupping his palm and running water down my shoulders. “You okay?”

“Sore.”

He smirks as if my being sore is a massive pat on the back for him.

“Stop smiling, Casanova. You had help.”

Silence settles, but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s pensive and calm as if we’re both caught in deep thought.

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