Page 78 of Psychotic Nightmares

For fucks sake Grace, control yourself.

I wipe the saliva dribbling out of my mouth.

And seeing the tattoo I chose in all its healed glory taking centre place on his God like body, it looks fucking amazing.

I kiss the design and glide the condom down his length. Stroking him a few times as I go.

“Fuck.” He exhales. Leaning down to take my lips with his, I shuffle back on the bed, dragging him with me. “Are you sure?” He whispers.

I wrap my legs around his hips. “Mmm.” I hold his face and pull him until his lips meet mine again, lifting my hips to grind against his hard cock. He positions himself above me before slowly thrusting. The juices of mythreeorgasms work as extra lube as he easily slides inside. I lift my hips to meet his, bringing him in deeper until he bottoms out inside me.

Fuck me. I forgot how good he feels.

“Amore mio.” I whisper, scratchingTi Amointo his back as he makes love to me. I don’t need to go again, I’ll be happy once the two of them get their release. Dante doesn’t seem to like that idea though as his thumb comes down to play with my super sensitive bud.

“Dante.” I whimper.

“I love you, Grace.” He speeds up his rhythm. “I fucking love you,mia moglie.” His words, along with his deep thrusts, quickly pull another orgasm from me.

Dante stills above me, an embarrassed laugh coming from his lips. “I’m sorry. I barely lasted two minutes.” He hides his face between my neck and shoulder. “I almost came watching Julian taste your perfect little pussy, so I couldn’t hold back any longer.” He huffsa laugh again. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.” I smile. He pulls out from me and discards the condom in the bin in the corner. He picks up his boxers from the floor and glides them back on. I stand and straighten my robe, wanting to head to thekitchen to grab a drink. Then I notice the jar of strawberry jam on the bedside table, a spoon laying beside it.

“Did you put that on me?” I ask, pointing to it.

“Hmm,” he smirks. “It was even more delicious licking it from you. Next time I think I want to try it here.” His fingers graze the inside of my thigh, then higher.

“Uh-uh. I don’t think so. Just think of how many infections that could cause.” I shiver, “up here is fine though.” I gesture to my breasts.

He chuckles, then pulls me close. “Okay, fine. Nothing edible below the belly button.” His hand comes up to play with my hair. “You’ll have to write down some rules or something for us.” I relax into his arms again. I’ll never tire of these men wrapping me up in their strong muscles.

“Dante.” I whisper against his warm chest, giving him a kiss above his heart.

“Yeah?”

“What made you change your mind about sharing?”

“You.” I feel a slight pressure on my hair as he kisses me gently.

“Oh.” I squeeze him tighter. I should question him more, but I don’t want to ruin this moment. Although my throat is screaming out for me to get a drink, I don’t move. My calf muscles ache from holding up my jellified body.

“Are you ready for your surprise? I’m sure he’s all set up by now.”

“Okay, but can we stop to get a drink first? I’m parched.” He nods. “Can you give me a little hint about this surprise?” I look up at him with pleading eyes.

He looks away quickly with a grin. “Nope.”

Twenty-Three

Grace

After stopping to get some juice from the fridge - which I was so grateful for - Dante leads me to another room down the hall past the bedroom. His hand in minethe whole time. And although it’s only been about fifteen minutes since I saw Julian. I miss him.

What’s wrong with me? Why am I being so damn clingy?

Ha, I guess I’ve always been clingy when it comes to him.

He gestures for me to step in the room, Julian is sitting inside, next to what looks like a massage table. He’s wearing gloves and sipping on, yeah you guess it, a cup of tea. His eyes go straight to mine and he gives me a wide smile.