pain, but still didn’t move.
“Oops,” Matteo breathed a soft laugh before I felt his tongue flick over the wound. Just as quickly, he was gone again. “Gentlemen, help yourselves. No blood, no dicks, but enjoy.”
Matteo stayed between my thighs, but I was quickly distracted when a dozen hands landed on every part of my body.
Some pinched, some soothed, some simply held firm where they’d landed. It didn’t take long before two different men were sucking my nipples into their mouths roughly. One had thick, wiry facial hair that scraped and burned as he moved over my breast.
Fingers roughly pushed between my thighs and into my pussy. I was dry and not turned on at all by the group or situation, but that didn’t stop the owner of said fingers from plunging roughly in and out of me until my body responded on its own and provided a minimal amount of lubrication.
Another set of fingers played around my back hole before I felt a warm, wet sensation and realized someone was licking me there. That made me shiver as it brought back memories of the week before when Matteo had forced me to wear the butt plug. It was the only touch in the bunch that was slow, caressing, and teasing.
My attention was stolen away when the non-bearded man bit down hard around the nipple he’d been suckling on, forcing me to cry out.
It was then that I realized they were all murmuring in Italian between themselves. I’d assume about me and what they were doing, but I tried to tune them out, which wasn’t hard since I didn’t understand most of it. With so many hands, fingers and mouths on me I had plenty else to focus on.
Lips closed over mine and forced a sour-tasting tongue into my mouth. I fought a gag that rose at the flavor of the man, but his large hand cupped my jaw with brutal force, keeping me from pulling away or closing my mouth.
The tongue around my back hole penetrated me just barely and made my thighs tremble. I wasn’t ready for anything else there, but Matteo had said no dicks so hopefully they would listen to him. However, the mouth there was tender, pulling back to kiss the bottom of my butt cheek before resuming his licking around the tight hole. I was released from him only to feel the slow press of a finger until the muscle gave way and allowed entry.
Over everything else happening in the room and to my body, I focused on the one man and it helped me tune out everyone else.
Thankfully the man forcing his kiss on me pulled back, and I could suck in much-needed fresh air. Only I was surprised to find I had a cock being shoved into my mouth as my head was bent farther back, pushing it almost under the table. The edge of it was digging into shoulders, causing me to wriggle from the pain, but I was unable to cry out as he filled my mouth with his smelly cock.
I was unable to hold back the gag. It had to be the same man who’d taken a kiss only moments ago — his scent was the same and his touch as rough.
He’d only managed to thrust into my mouth once before a loud explosion filled the room, and suddenly every hand was gone, as was the dick.
Uncaring of what the explosion was or if I was going to be punished further, I rolled onto my side and vomited from the taste of the man in my mouth. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and rolled to my back, breathing hard from the force with which I’d emptied my stomach.
Slowly, I realized that there was no talking, but everyone was still in the room. No one was moving. I lifted my head and spotted Matteo where he’d been between my thighs. He had to have been the one laving my back passage, but that thought quickly fled when I saw the gun in his hand.
“Go to your room, bella ,” Matteo said without looking at me. He was looking at whatever was behind me and he looked angrier than I’d ever seen him.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered as if afraid to break the silence. I snatched up my torn underwear and bra before heading toward the door. It was wrong, but I
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