War of Hearts

My arms shook, barely able to balance my body over Marco’s. I stared down at him, captured in his deep, dark stare.

“Are you ready, babygirl?” he murmured, achingly gentle despite his unforgiving grip on my bottom.

“Yes, Daddy.” I was nervous, but I was ready. I wanted both my men to claim me.

Marco throbbed inside me, and Joseph pressed against my asshole. I tensed on instinct, and Marco’s fingers firmed on my bottom.

“Open up, princess. Let Joseph in.”

I took a breath and tried to relax. My entire body trembled with sensual tension, but I pushed back toward Joseph, inviting him in. The pressure against my tight hole increased, his thick cockhead breeching my ring of muscles. He was much bigger than the last plug I’d taken, and a burning sensation accompanied the slow penetration.

I whined and tried to wiggle away, but Marco kept me locked in place.

“You’re okay, babygirl. We’ve got you.”

Joseph reached around me and strummed my clit, the hit of pleasure helping me relax. His cockhead slipped past my tight ring, and some of the unbearable pressure eased. My head dropped forward onto Marco’s chest, and I panted against him, little whimpers leaving me with each exhale.

He finally released my bottom so he could stroke my back.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised. “Such a good girl.”

Joseph continued to push forward, stretching me slowly. “That’s it, angel,” he coaxed. “You can take us.”

I squirmed between them, completely overwhelmed as they filled me. There was nowhere for me to go, no escape from their unyielding bodies. All I could do was soften and submit. As Marco continued to stroke me and Joseph teased my clit, I took deep breaths and tried to accommodate

them.

I felt Joseph enter me fully, and both men paused, remaining completely still within me. We were all breathing hard; my men panting with the effort of holding back, and I sucked in deep breaths to try to keep myself centered. I felt like I could shatter into a million pieces if the tension in my body broke. Their firm hands were the only things holding me together, tethering me to sanity.

Then Joseph moved, and my eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure washed over me. He slowly pulled out, his thick cock dragging almost all the way free before he slid back in. Without realizing, I bit into Marco’s shoulder, muffling my desperate whine. He hissed in a breath, but his hand closed around the back of my head, inviting me to cling onto him with my teeth.

Joseph gripped my waist, urging me to move against Marco. With the first shift of my hips, Marco’s cockhead hit my g-spot, and my muscles convulsed at the surge of bliss. Both men cursed, and Joseph’s movements became faster, rougher. Marco rocked his hips up into me, driving deeper.

I cried out against Marco’s neck, tasting the salt of his skin on my lips. We were all covered in a thin sheen of sweat, our bodies sliding together as our rhythm became wilder, more primal. We fucked with wild abandon, each of us clawing our way toward the peak. My gasps and moans mingled with their grunts and growls, and they started to take me more harshly. My body stretched and opened to accommodate them. There was no more discomfort; just an overwhelming sense of fullness and a burning need.

I shattered first, throwing my head back on a long wail as my pussy and ass contracted around them. Ecstasy ripped through me with ruthless force, lighting up my entire body with transcendent bliss. The world went white as lighting burst across my vision. When it began to clear, I looked down into Marco’s eyes. They were black with lust, strained with his own need. I wanted him to come undone. I wanted his cum inside me. I wanted both of them to mark me.

Riding out the aftershocks of my pleasure, I clenched my muscles around them. Joseph cursed, and I felt his hot seed emptying deep inside me. His fingers curled into my hips as he held me fast, pumping into me for a few more brutal strokes.

Marco finally let go, letting out a wordless roar as he rocked his hips toward me, driving deep as he filled me with his cum.

“What the fuck?”

I shrieked at the sound of the stranger’s voice, shock ripping through my pleasure.

“Matteo,” Marco rasped, looking past me toward the threshold to the bedroom. “This isn’t—”

“You’re a fucking fag,” the boy spat out. “Your father sent me here to find out why you haven’t been taking his calls. I heard screaming, and I thought something was wrong. But you… Both of you… You’re fucking fags,” he hurled the insult again.

Joseph cursed, and but he moved with slow care as he pulled out of me. I could hear footsteps pounding down the staircase. Matteo was running away.

“Fuck, fuck,” Joseph repeated, frantic. He lifted me off Marco, still handling me carefully so he didn’t hurt me. “Go after him, Marco. We have to explain. We can’t let him tell anyone.”

“I know,” Marco said grimly, getting to his feet and yanking on his jeans.

I heard tires squealing against asphalt outside. Marco looked out the window, then shook his head.

“He’ll be out the gates before I can get to him.” He turned back to look at me, his face paler than I’d ever seen it. “Clean up and get dressed. We have to get into the city and do damage control.”