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be left out. “You are a nasty little slut. Letting her uncle and daddy fuck her.”
    “ Fuck!” I bite my lip, writhe against the cock digging into my back, the mouth and fingers just touching me in all the right places.
    My orgasm is approaching, their words and touches driving it closer with each passing second. Pleasure and pain are moving in harmony, easing me toward the edge. It’s traveling, slinking along my spine and I don’t seem to have control over my body, my limbs, my life.
    The bite, the ache of his blows, is nearly overwhelming. I want to push him away, pull him closer. I just…I want.
    “ Come on my hand, Angelica. Come and I’ll fuck you.”
    Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s there. He sucks hard on my clit and follows it with a sharp slap, fingers pushing and rubbing on my g-spot until all I can do is arch my back and scream. Every muscle is tense, hard, and it’s as if my whole body is holding its breath. Waiting on the edge.
    Then I’m screaming their names. Domani’s. Daddy’s. Waves of pleasure are pouring through me, a hurricane just seeming to flow over my muscles, in my veins. I can’t breathe, the world standing still around me.
    And Uncle Domani doesn’t stop. Doesn’t quit his movements, his torment. I’m high, body responding to every touch, unable to do anything but feel the bliss as it rolls from head to toe and back again.
    It strikes like lightning, another orgasm rushing like a freight train, demolishing any hope of living long enough to get fucked by my two men.
    “ Daddy!” I scream and then devolve into sobs, begging, babbling. “Please, no, uncle. Uncle.”
    Daddy chuckles, I feel the rise and fall against my back. “Ease up, Dom, she’s called ‘Uncle’. Let’s have dinner and give her a break.”
    Thank. Fucking. God.
    * * *
    Dinner had never been so…interesting.
    I was forced to eat in the nude.
    Fine.
    The lasagna was a hit.
    Awesome.
    The garlic bread was delicious.
    After being dipped in my cunt.
    Apparently pussy juice went great with garlic bread.
    Of course by the time we were done, I was ready for cock. Bread just didn’t seem to cut it.
    And I’m done waiting.
    Table cleared, dishes soaking, I snag a strip of condoms I’d stashed earlier in the day and head toward the living room—Daddy and Uncle Domani enjoying an after dinner drink.
    I don’t wait, don’t hesitate, don’t ask for permission. I simply walk over to my uncle as he relaxes on the couch and straddle his lap, string of protection resting on the cushion beside him.
    Somehow his drink disappears and he wraps his arms around me, pulls me close and kisses me. No, he devours me. He tangles his tongue with mine, and I savor the taste of his bourbon, the inherent flavor of him.
    His dick hardens between my legs, the ridge of his cock lines up with my wanting pussy, and I writhe against him, take what pleasure I can from the contact. I’ve been achy, needy, since he’d gone down on me and it’d only gotten worse during dinner. That had all been foreplay. I’m ready for the main event.
    Uncle’s hands roam, pet, tease and torment me. It feels as if he’s everywhere, kneading my ass, stroking my back, pinching my nipples and tapping at my back hole. All the while those lips are on mine, seducing me with his skin.
    He wrenches his mouth away, lips a hairsbreadth from mine, and we share our breath, the very essence of life. His hands are now guiding my hips, rocking back and forth over his shaft.
    Domani’s voice is soft, yet dominating when he speaks against my mouth. “Wanna fuck you, little girl.”
    “ Is that what you want, Angel? Want Daddy to let your uncle fuck you? Only dirty girls get fucked by their uncles.” Luca interrupts our play, and it’s as if another wave of heat and pleasure are poured over me.
    “ Uncle Domani, I’m so naughty.” I whisper it, but I know my daddy hears, because suddenly an open condom is shoved into my hand. I turn toward my daddy and find him