FALLON
I can’t hold back the moan that escapes into his mouth; my hands instinctively find his chest, nails grazing over the contours of his muscles, feeling the heat emanating from him. Milo’s hand is a contrasting sensation as he grips my ass cheek.
“Focus on the vibration. Focus on me, cara mia,” Leone groans, the command in his tone seeping into my bones. There is a click from a bottle opening, and wetness coats my hole. Milo’s fingers probe me gently, coating me with lube. I suck in a shuddering breath at the feel of lube-slicked metal pressing into me. As Milo begins to work the plug into me, uncertainty laces my pleasure. I tense, the unfamiliar intrusion sparking a mix of fear and desire.
Leone is relentless, pinching my n****e sharply, capturing my gasp with his demanding tongu
