The Daddy and the Dom (Mafia Menage Trilogy 2)

“You want to come, don’t you, princess?” Marco murmured against my lips.

I nodded and made a wordless sound of longing when Joseph’s tongue swirled around my clit again.

“Don’t let her come, Joseph,” he warned. “Play with her ass first.”

My eyes flew wide, and I shook my head. He couldn’t. I couldn’t let him do that. It was too…

I gasped when his fingertip dipped into my wet arousal before trailing farther back.

“Joseph hasn’t touched your tight little asshole, has he, babygirl?” Marco asked, but he didn’t wait for me to answer. My response was plain on my face. “He’s been holding back with you. Not anymore. You can handle us. You can take what we need to do to you.”

Joseph’s finger brushed across my puckered bud, and I tensed.

Marco kept his hold on my wrists with one hand and brushed my hair away from my sweat-damped brow with the other. “Let Joseph in, princess. He’s going to make you feel so good.”

Joseph’s mouth came down on my clit again, and his tongue flicked over the tight bud. Pleasure surged through me, and I relaxed for a moment. He pressed his advantage, and the tip of his finger penetrated me.

I gasped and squirmed, but he didn’t withdraw. It felt weird and invasive and…

“Oh!” I gasped as his tongue drove deep inside my pussy. His finger slipped in to the first knuckle, the lubrication of my own arousal easing his progress.

I clenched around him, trying to push him out. The sensation of my muscles rippling around his immovable finger lit up sensitive nerve endings I’d never imagined I possessed.

Joseph groaned against me. “She just gushed all over my tongue,” he told Marco.

Marco bit out a curse. His hand fisted in my hair, tipping my head back so he could capture me in his burning gaze.

“You are so perfect, Ashlyn.” He kept me fixed in his onyx stare, but he addressed Joseph. “Let her come. She’s earned it.”

Joseph’s tongue parted my swollen folds again, and he brought his thumb down on my clit. He began rubbing in firm, rhythmic circles, and he pressed his forefinger deeper into my ass.

I shattered on a scream, and my eyes closed as bliss assailed me. Marco’s fingers tightened in my hair, commanding my attention.

“No,” he growled. “Look at me. Look at Daddy while you come.”

My eyes locked on his, and ecstasy pulsed through me as my inner muscles contracted around Joseph’s invasive finger. Marco watched me with a twisted smile as my entire body convulsed with pleasure.

Joseph continued to stimulate me, gently pumping his finger in and out of my ass as my body finally surrendered to the taboo intrusion. My sex grew sensitive, the pleasure too overwhelming to bear any more. I whimpered and tried to move away from his mouth and hands, but he didn’t stop until Marco told him to.

“Enough, Joseph. You can play with her more next time.”

Joseph finally withdrew from me and stepped away. Marco laid down beside me and pulled me into his arms, easing the ruined nightgown from my body. I heard water running in the bathroom, and then Joseph returned a minute later. He climbed onto the bed on my other side.

“You did so well, angel,” he praised, stroking my back as Marco petted my hair. I was surrounded by their heat, their strength.

Everything started to seem surreal again, and I was so sleepy. I yawned, and Marco chuckled. He kissed my forehead.

“Go to sleep, princess. We can talk about everything in the morning.”

I didn’t want to talk about anything. I didn’t want to think about anything. I just wanted to stay here, cocooned in bliss and their body heat.

So, I closed my eyes and obeyed Marco, falling into sleep.

Chapter Six

Ashlyn

I woke up, alone and cold. I felt the sheets beside me, searching for Joseph’s warmth.

Joseph. He hadn’t been the only one to cuddle me while I fell asleep.

I became aware of the sheets caressing my bare body.

I was naked. Joseph had ripped off my nightgown while Marco held me down. They…

My stomach did a funny flip.

Wrong. So dirty and wrong.

How could Joseph share me with his friend like that? Just yesterday, I’d almost been ready to confess my love for him. He must think of me as nothing more than a slut. Otherwise, he never would have allowed Marco to touch me like that. Once he learned that I’d cheated with his best friend, he must have decided I was a whore.

My body burned at the memory of their hands on me, and I recognized that the heat wasn’t entirely the result of shame. My sex throbbed, and my nipples peaked against the cool sheets. I buried my face in the pillow, biting my lip against the sensation.

Maybe I was a slut. I must be, to come so hard while two men held me down. Joseph had fingered my virgin ass, and I’d come all over his face.