Salvatore grins and gives me a final kiss. “Lorenzo and I have a lead to follow up. It probably won’t be De Luca, but we’ll check it out. See you later, baby.”
The two of them drive off first and then I ride with Cassius, and we head back to the compound, following Vinicius’ car. Cassius is in an intense, silent mood as we drive, occasionally reaching over to squeeze my thigh with his enormous hand.
As we get out of the cars in the underground garage, Vinicius calls, “I’m going to sort out the armory and see what needs to be restocked.”
“Sure,” Cassius calls after him, his eyes never leaving my face. He moves slowly toward me.
“Cassius, are you all right? Are you worried about something?”
His arms slide around me and he pulls me sharply against him. The thick rod of his erection pushes against my belly. Oh, he’s not worried.
He’s horny as hell.
After an hour of watching my men coo over a baby cradled in their muscular arms, I’m feeling aroused as well. Cassius kisses me hard, parting my lips with his.
Vinicius’ obnoxious red Lamborghini Aventador is parked next to Cassius’ SUV. Cassius spins me around and pushes me over the hood, my ass in the air. I land on the metal with a soft thump.
“If we dent this, Vinicius will be so mad.”
“I’ll buy him a new one,” Cassius says, more interested in getting my jeans off, pulling my underwear down and spreading my legs just right. He hunkers low on his heels and licks me all the way from my clit up to my ass in one long sweep.
“Cassius.” My fingers curl on the warm car hood, and my eyes close in bliss.
His insistent tongue swipes me again and his fingers spread me open. I feel him push his tongue deep inside me, before standing up and pulling the rest of my clothes off.
Butt naked in Lorenzo’s concrete basement isn’t the coziest place to be, but with Cassius’ hands on me, I don’t feel cold in the slightest. I feel him unzipping and he notches his thick cock up at my entrance, before driving himself home inside me. I yelp at the sudden shock of his intrusion.
Cassius groans in pleasure and thrusts in a slow, powerful rhythm. “This is all I’ve been able to think about for the past hour. Your pussy is heaven.”
I’m lost in what he’s doing to me. So lost that when I feel a hand on my ankle my eyes open in surprise.
Vinicius is kneeling down beside me and is slipping my bare feet into red high heels.
“Perfect, Vinicius,” Cassius says appreciatively.
Vinicius leans over and gives me a kiss. “If you’re going to be fucked on the hood of my car, kitten, let’s make this as lurid as we can.” His gleaming gaze wanders over me. “That’s so hot. Everyone has to see this.”
He digs out his phone. I hear the sound of a call going through and then Lorenzo asks, “What’s up? I’m driving.”
“Nothing. Just saying hi,” Vinicius says, positioning himself so that Cassius and I are in the background of his video call. Cassius has his hands holding my waist and he’s intent on fucking me.
Salvatore has answered as well, and he sounds distracted as he says, “Vinicius, what do you—wait, what’s happening behind you?”
“Holy shit,” Lorenzo says, in a very different tone.
“Is everyone watching?” Cassius asks, not letting up on his pounding rhythm.
“Oh, they can see,” Vinicius tells him, pointing the camera so it travels down my body.
“I’m going to crash my fucking car,” Lorenzo says.
Remembering how he drove through a stop sign when I said I love you, I call out, “Please be careful, Lorenzo.”
“I’m pulling over,” Salvatore says.
“Listen up, everyone. I’ve got something to say,” growls Cassius.
I moan as he hits that sweet spot inside me. Now isn’t the best time for a group meeting when all I want is to come.
“Remember how we agreed we would pull out?” Cassius asks. “I’m done with that.”
My eyes snap open. Wait, what?
“I never liked it. A Ferragamo does not pull out.” His big hand squeezes my ass. “Bambina, you’re ours, I want you pregnant and we’re starting now. I don’t even remember why we decided on that bullshit.”
Vinicius’ smile is devilish. “We were pulling out because there was a chance Salvatore was going to marry Chiara. It’s only polite not to nut in another man’s fiancé.”
“She’s not my fiancé now,” Salvatore says, in a sly voice. “She belongs to all of us.”
Cassius is pounding me with determined thrusts of his cock. I want to tell them that we should all talk about this like grownups. Make a proper, thoughtful decision. But the primal, lizard part of my brain that can’t speak, can’t reason, loves Cassius’ idea, and all I want is the enormous man thrusting into me to show me what a man he is.
“Cassius,” I moan, high heels braced against concrete, turning my head to look into the camera that Vinicius is holding up. I can’t help but smile into the camera as the others watch.
“Fuck, yes.” Lorenzo’s voice is tight and urgent. “Blow your load in her sweet pussy.”
Cassius takes a tighter grip on me and doesn’t let up. “You’re going to stay right there, bambina, while I fill you up like I’ve been aching to do from the start.”
Vinicius keeps broadcasting our sex while Cassius groans deeply, his rhythm stuttering as he thrusts deeper and shouts with his climax. I brace my feet against the ground and arch my head back. This is what I’ve been missing. The satisfaction of feeling them finish inside me.
There’s a stunned silence. Then Salvatore breathes, “Fuck yes, we’re making babies.”
“Got to go,” Vinicius says and hangs up.
I push myself up on my elbows and look around. Vinicius is pulling off his shirt as he moves behind me. His cheeks are flushed red as he takes hold of my hips.
“My turn, kitten.”
“Wha—” My question is lost in a gasp of pleasure as Vinicius grasps his cock and thrusts his length home. The orgasm that was pent up inside me as Cassius screwed me suddenly coalesces and bursts forth.
“You’re full of Cassius. Do you want me too, kitten? Do you want even more cum inside you?”
The question makes me lose all sensibility. “Yes. All of you.”
Cassius has both hands resting on the hood of the car, breathing hard as he watches me get railed. “Those fuckers down at Strife thought they could take you from us, but your ours, bambina. Do you feel how much you’re ours?”
There’s a distant grinding sound, and a moment later, Lorenzo’s 4WD races down into the garage and stops in a squeal of tire rubber. He leaps out of the front seat and slams the door behind him.
“I hear we’re making babies,” he says with a wicked grin, pulling off his T-shirt and shoving down his jeans. He palms his length in his fist as he waits for his turn.
Vinicius smooths one hand up my back as he continues to thrust. “You see how eager he is for you, kitten? Lorenzo, her pussy is gushing. She’s so wet and she’s full of cum already.”
Lorenzo’s cock is right in my line of sight as he strokes himself up and down. “I can hear her. Hurry up, I want my turn.”