Furore opened the nightstand drawer and brought a big bottle of…coconut oil. “Best organic lube ever existed. You have no excuse. He popped your pussy cherry. I’ll pop your ass cherry. It’s only fair.”
“Okay,” I said.
“Okay?” Ty asked in disbelief. “You freaked out every time I came near your asshole.”
“Well, it’s intimidating, and not the kind of double penetration I’ve hope to experience, but I guess it’s the only form I can ask for?”
“Fuck, yes,” Furore’s face contorted with disgust. “Don’t even think about getting two in the pussy. I ain’t gonna rub my cock with his.”
“Who wants to rub his cock with you, old man? That’s fucking incest,” Ty said.
“All right. God.” We definitely needed God in our lives. “I’ll do the anal.”
Furore opened the bottle, and Tirone took off his pants and slid under me. Furore positioned himself behind me and rimmed me with the oil, while Ty rubbed the crown of his cock between my nether lips, teasing my nipple with his pinching fingers.
The oil lubing effect helped Furore to enter the tip without causing me any pain. It was impossible to take him all or even half of him the first time, but he didn’t mind. The penetration felt overwhelming, but after a few slow thrusts, I got used to it.
“You’re stretching for me nicely, baby. Such a good girl,” he groaned.
“Show me how you can take me, too, my little faerie.” Ty guided me on his cock while thrusting up inside me. “Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, that’s it.”
I couldn’t contain my moans. Reading about being railed by two men at once was a scorching fantasy. Doing it in real life didn’t even begin to compare.
“Look at you, so dirty, so slutty, taking two cocks at the same time, fucking me and daddy at the same time, Mommy.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Furore objected.
“But Mommy likes it, don’t you, Mommy?”
I laughed and squeezed my eyes in shame. Then I bit my lips on the guttural moans. “Please don’t judge.”
“Fuck,” Furore groaned, wrapping his hand around my throat, and then biting my earlobe. “You’re so fucking dirty, Mommy.”
“Holy shit. That’s my line, old man.” Ty fucked me harder, practically bouncing me, his piercings hitting all the right places and others I didn’t even know existed.
My screams of pain and pleasure seeped out of my choking throat until I was coming with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, and with Furore in my ass with his pierced cock, it prolonged it that it seemed to never end.
“Fuck,” Ty exploded inside of me, and a few thrust later, Furore filled my ass with his cum.
Sweating and spent and sated and shaking, I crumbled into both their arms. For the first time since I’d known the Lazzarinis, I’d seen peace among the three of us. No more hate or guilt. No more destructive jealousy or urges for revenge. Our love was violent and dark and twisted from the start in ways that seemed to be ruining our worlds instead of holding them together. Now, while the violence and the darkness, and even the sickness, still existed, we’d learned to live with it, share it, carry it together that it’d bring us closer not apart.
My name is Jocasta Lazzarini. I’m in love with two men that are tied by blood, and they love me, too. I’m no longer the curse that separates them. I’m the bond that brings them closer every day.
We are sinners. We are depraved. We are happy in our own way.
We are the Night Skulls.
Epilogue
Jo
“You must be ashamed of me,” I said, face down.
Michele lifted my chin with his index finger and didn’t say anything until I brought myself to look at him. “Never. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy, topolina.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t go back to Chicago with you.”
“Me, too, but the heart wants what it wants. At least, I know you’re safe here now.”