“I’m not a…ah.” I was going to say a fairground ride, but Vinicius ups his pace and he’s hitting that perfect spot. I’m so turned on I can’t think straight.
“Everyone will know you’re ours with our baby inside you, kitten. We’ll look at you with your swollen belly and remember this moment when we all had you, one after the other, and you were full of us.”
Cassius and Lorenzo are staring down at me splayed over the hood of the car. Where’s Salvatore? He needs to be here, too.
Vinicius slides a hand beneath my belly and grips me hard. “I can feel my cock going in and out of you,” he says, voice ragged. “That’s so fucking hot. I’m going to…” He groans and leans his weight on me as he comes.
He pulls out slowly and carefully. I feel how wet my pussy is and Vinicius pushes his cum back into me with his fingers. “Can’t waste a drop.”
“I’ll make sure we don’t waste any. Move aside.” Lorenzo plugs my pussy with the tip of his cock but stays right there. “If I thrust deep, their cum will leak out around me. What a waste. I wish we could all nut in you at the same time, princess. I want you fucking full of us.”
Cassius cups my chin, his dark eyes glittering. “She’s full. Go on and fuck our pretty girl until she’s bursting.”
Lorenzo moans as he sinks into me. “You feel incredible. You know I love it when you’re already soaking wet and worn out. This is something else.”
“You like my messy pussy, Lorenzo?”
“I love your messy pussy and your slutty heels,” he says harshly, pounding me with firm, deep strokes. “We should have been fucking you like this from the start. I should have screwed you in the church in your white wedding dress in front of all those wedding guests. My woman. Ours.”
As he finishes, there’s the roar of a car engine and Salvatore arrives in his Maserati.
Lorenzo tips his head back with a lazy laugh and slowly drags his cock out of me. “Just in time. Stay there, princess, you’ve got one man to go.”
Salvatore glances at the others, and then at me, a savage expression on his face. I push myself up. The hood of a car is probably the least comfortable place to have sex with one man, let alone four.
Salvatore puts a hand on my back and pushes me back down. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“There are half a dozen beds in this place,” I tell him over my shoulder.
“Baby, you’re ass-up in red heels over the hood of a Lamborghini. You think I’m missing this opportunity? Now hold still while I knock you up.”
A delicious pang shoots through me as I feel him draw his zipper down and the head of his cock slides through my folds.
“Fuck, you’re dripping all down your thighs and it’s still not enough for you, is it?”
“Are we laying bets on whose it is?” Vinicius asks.
“Blue eyes and blond hair will make it mine,” Lorenzo says with relish.
“Blue eyes and blond hair just means it takes after its mother,” Salvatore points out, and thrusts into me so hard and fast that I cry out.
“We’ll know right away if it’s mine,” Cassius says, his tone smug. “The Ferragamo coloring is unmistakable.”
“You’re all talking like I’m already pregnant,” I point out.
Salvatore drags his fingers down my back and then slaps his hand over my ass with a crack. “We’ll fuck you like this until you are.”
Lorenzo leans on the hood of the car and puts his face close to mine. “You like that, don’t you, princess? All of us screwing you, impatient to take our turn with our woman. If you thought we were competitive before, you’re about to find out just how fiercely we compete.”
Salvatore’s breathing is growing labored and his fingers are digging into my hips. His thrusts become harder and deeper, barely pulling out before he’s slamming into me again. I squeeze my eyes shut as my world turns golden, and I spasm on his cock as I come.
Salvatore slams his hand onto the hood of the car, pumping his hips into me as he finishes a moment later.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Salvatore,” Vinicius says. “Watch my car.”
“You watch your fucking car. I’m watching Chiara with her pussy full of all our cum.” He pulls out and spreads me open with his fingers and then groans. “Oh, fuck yes, baby. That’s what I need. Are you guys seeing this?”
My face flames red as they all crowd around him to look at me dripping with them, legs parted and ass in the air.
“Perfect, bambina,” Cassius purrs.
“Kitten, you’ve never looked hotter.”
Salvatore helps me up, and then sits me down on the Lamborghini between his thighs, a wicked smile lighting his eyes as he cups my chin.
“How about a kiss for Daddy?” Salvatore slants his mouth over mine and kisses me deeply. He tweaks my nipples, tucks his shirt back into his pants and winks at me. “Back to work. Rest up. Eat a good dinner.”
I watch him and Lorenzo get ready to go, worry curling through me. I’m used to watching them leave, but the thought of being pregnant and losing one of them is the worst thing I can imagine.
“Be safe. Be careful, please.”
“We will. Don’t worry, baby, we’re just looking for De Luca,” Salvatore assures me, smoothing my hair back from my face.
“And then we’ll rip his fucking fingernails out,” Lorenzo growls as he slams the door closed on his 4WD and roars out of the garage.
“Please don’t torture Mr. De Luca,” I say to Salvatore. “He and Nicole have been used by my father. Dad’s the real culprit here.”
“We won’t hurt him. Lorenzo’s just frustrated.” He kisses me again and heads for his car. “Take care of yourself. Lorenzo and I won’t be back for hours, so don’t wait up.”
I glance down at myself, naked except for high heels and red pressure marks on my breasts and knees. My thighs are slick and shiny. My hair is tangled.
Vinicius cups the nape of my neck, his eyes glowing as he gazes down at me. “Just look at you.”
“I’m a mess.”
“Yes. A wonderful mess.” He scoops me up in his arms and carries me upstairs, unable to wipe the smile from his face.
“Someone’s happy,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He puts me on my feet in my shower, undresses, and joins me under the hot water. His smile has turned dreamy. “You know what? I am happy. It’s exciting, trying for a baby. It’s new and it’s something we can all do together. Are you excited, kitten?”
I wash my hair slowly, imagining being pregnant. Imagining the moment that I can hold my own baby. My men holding our baby. Could that sweetness really be ours? “My head still hasn’t caught up with the idea, but I am excited.”
“I never thought we would get to this place.”
“So soon, you mean?”
He shakes his head. “Ever. Salvatore wants children but Cassius never said one way or the other. He’s either totally for something or totally against it and I can never guess which it will be. Lorenzo’s not that different.”
“And you?”
“I never made up my mind, one way or another. Then we met you, and it just feels right. The others feel the same way. It feels right because it’s you.”