Behind Closed Doors - Mafia MFM

Hi there!

For some time now I had a dark mafia romance in my head and wanted to do an MFM / MMF dynamic.

This is what I came up with and I really hope, you enjoy it. Let me know if you want me to read more of them!

xoxo,

Jackie

Disclaimer: All participants are over the age of 21!

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Gianna had always loved the galas. Before she had been forced to marry Dante to save her parents and herself, she went to a lot of them. It was a good opportunity to mingle, to meet new and important people.

When she visited a gala now, she was never alone. Either Dante, her husband, was at her side, or Rune, his right hand.

Both were already intimidating enough on their own, together they made for a terrifying duo.

Tonight, Dante was at her side, with Rune checking the perimeters regularly, she could see him occasionally.

Dante had told her earlier that they wouldn't stay long, even though they were in his father's villa, the Don's villa. But he had requested their presence to both prove the unity of the family and remind people of their strength.

Dante's hand twitched at her waist and she looked up at those dark brown eyes that always seemed to look straight into her soul. She could feel her insides tighten just by looking at him, it was ridiculous. It certainly hadn't helped that she they hadn't seen each other for three days because he had to take care of business and didn't want her anywhere near it, which usually meant there was violence involved. So, he had told Rune to watch over her and he did.

"I can't wait to go home," he said, his voice low. Dante hated galas in general. Showing off in public was not something he enjoyed, he rather operated from the shadows.

"I can imagine," Gianna told him and turned towards him, fixing the lapel of his jacket that didn't need fixing. Her hazel eyes dropped to his lips, then snapped back up to his eyes. "You've been pacing like a caged tiger."

He chuckled, looking up at the ceiling, before he looked at her again.

"I haven't seen you in three days and now that I finally am reunited with you, you are wearing a dress that makes me question my sanity."

His voice was low and made her throb between her thighs. Dante was generally not a very patient man and the dress she chose, a dark green silk one that flowed like water over her skin, showed him just how much her body craved him as well, as she was pretty sure her nipples were poking through.

"Is that so?" she purred as her hand moved higher until she cupped his stubbled cheek. "Rune assured me that the dress was a good choice, earlier."

His eyes darkened at the name of his right hand. It was no secret that Rune had a soft spot for Gianna and Dante didn't really mind. Rune would never touch what was his and Gianna wasn't stupid enough to act out on a whim.

"I'm sure he enjoyed the view," Dante told her as his hand flexed at her waist. "Come with me."

His hand interlocked with hers as he practically pulled her upstairs and into one of the offices his father never used. There was no lock and he didn't even close the door all the way, before he stood in front of the desk.

"Show me."

Gianna blinked up at him in confusion.

"Show you... what?" She asked, tilting her head.

"How wet you are for me. Sit on the desk and show me," he demanded, making her blush.

"Dante, the door isn't really closed, anyone could walk by..." she started as she walked towards the desk, then sat on it, thighs still closed.

"What? Afraid Rune could walk by? I'm sure he'd love the show, piccola." Her body throbbed even more at that thought, making Gianna open her thighs, while she glanced between Dante and to the door behind him.

Slowly she parted her legs further, then gasped as Dante grabbed her ankles and placed her feet on the table to expose her bare pussy to him. Panties in that dress wouldn't have worked so Dante could see how his presence affected her. She was glistening even before he had touched her.

Slowly his hand reached down to her labia, gently parting them, making her inhale sharply at the sensation as she was completely bared to him.

"You're already so wet and I haven't even started," he whispered, then let go of her skin and she whimpered.

"Dante, please, don't tease me, I've missed you!" Gianna reached for his shirt and pulled him down, until his lips stopped inches from hers.

"So, you wanna be naughty and beg me to fuck you while we aren't even home? We can't lock the door. Basically anyone could walk in and see me wrecking you," he said against her lips. Maybe something inside her should have felt bothered that anyone could walk inside. But nobody would dare, not once they saw Dante, anyway.

"I can try to be quiet," she told him, brushing her lips over his, "and I know you've missed me, too. Your bulge is pretty prominent."

Dante's lip quirked up for a second, before he claimed her lips and opened his belt.

"Don't think I'll go easy on you, just because I haven't seen you in three days. And if you can't come without your clit getting attention today, then you'll stay denied until tomorrow," he warned, before he freed his hard cock and lined himself up.

"Dante," she whimpered as he pushed inside her, slowly, stretching her until he was fully settled. "Oh, God!" She quickly slapped her hand over her mouth to cover her sounds, when he started moving. Slowly at first, to give her a chance to adjust, then with more force, until his balls slapped against her ass.

Gianna could hear footsteps outside, but she didn't care, all she cared about was the man, who grunted as he slammed into her again and again.

She couldn't hold back, not when his cock stretched her the way it did, not when his pelvis hit her clit, not with the way he held her gaze as if she was the most precious thing in existence.

"Dante, I..." she started, before she shattered on the table. Her legs shook as she quivered helplessly, her inner muscles clamping around his cock that hadn't slowed down.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned, letting her orgasm trigger his own, as her channel milked him, pulling him impossibly deep.

Once her orgasm subsided, he rest his forehead against hers, then kissed her briefly, before he pulled back. He reached for a paper tissue from the box that had been on the desk, wiped his own cock, then threw the crumpled tissue into the trash can.

He was still standing between her open legs, when she gazed up at him.

"I heard steps outside," she whispered and he nodded.

"Rune is waiting outside. I'll get him to clean you up, wait here," he told her and turned.

Gianna was too stunned to say anything. At first she thought, it was a joke. Then she remembered, Dante didn't make jokes. Especially not about her. He wasn't blind, he had probably seen how his right hand had looked at her.

Dante hadn't expected her to be silent, when he told her he'd get Rune. Of course he would have stopped if she'd intervened, but she just stared after him in pure shock.

Well, she usually was very verbal about everything, so she'd be fine.

He walked outside and sure enough, Rune was waiting near the door, his eyes narrowed as Dante moved closer, practically crowing Rune, who had the decency to take a few steps back, because he knew how territorial Dante was.

"Have you seen anything?" Dante asked, his voice low and menacing. Dante furrowed his brows as he looked at Dante.

"Of course not! You'd gouge my eyes out if I'd ever see your wife like that. So, no, I stood watch, so no one dared enter while you were... busy." Rune had crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Good."

They still stood there, and when Dante didn't say anything further, Rune became nervous.

"Anything you want, boss? I'm sure your wife missed you and she deserves to be taken care of," Rune pointed out, as Gianna was still in the room, alone.

So Dante got another step closer, look around if no one was watching, then lowered his voice.

"Yes, she does. So you are going to walk in there, and clean her with your mouth."

Rune blinked at Dante in utter confusion.

"Stop fucking with me, Dante. You'd kill anyone who looks at Gianna the wrong way," Rune deflected. He liked Gianna, that was no secret. And it had been a miracle that Dante had let it slide that long. But he was absolutely sure that the moment he saw Gianna even half naked, or touched her inappropriately, Dante would end him, slowly and painfully.

"I'm serious. But let me be clear, you'll only join, when I request it. You won't so much as breathe a word to anyone. For now, you'll walk in there and make sure my wife is presentable for the rest of the gala," Dante hold him, then gave Rune a gentle shove.

Rune furrowed his brows, but followed Dante inside the room. His eyes immediately tracked Gianna, who sat on the desk, her slender legs spread, her pussy on display.

"Rune," she breathed, when she saw him, her beautiful hazel eyes wide.

"You'll be a good girl and let him clean you up, won't you, piccola?" Dante whispered when he moved behind her.

She couldn't say anything, her eyes still tracked Rune who approached her like he'd approach a skittish animal.

"Tell me to leave, Gianna. Tell me to leave and I will walk out of this door," he told her quietly, but she shook her head, looking up at him. Rune prayed to whatever God would listen that she didn't tell him to leave. He was so close he could smell her arousal and Dante's cum in the air. It made his own cock throb in his pants.

"Stay," she breathed, then gasped, when Dante gently bit her neck.

"Good girl," he rasped, then nodded at Rune, who got to his knees before her. "Look at Rune, already on his knees for you. Keep your legs spread."

Gianna's legs were still a little shaky, but luckily Rune gently put his hands on the inside of her thighs and pushed them further open.

"I'll clean you now, be ready," Rune told her, then spread her labia with his thumbs. Slowly his head lowered and he let his tongue swipe once over her drenched center.

She jerked her hips in his direction, gasping softly. Rune waited a second in case she told him to stop, and when she didn't, he started cleaning her thoroughly with her tongue and lips.

"Fuck, you two taste so good," he groaned, then softly suckled at her center, alternating with soft strokes of his tongue. Never had he imagined he'd clean a woman from the seeds of another man. Hell, he'd never cleaned a woman from his mess. But this couple in front of him made him break his composure in more ways then one.

Slowly his lips moved further up and he dipped his fingers inside her, licking them clean, after he had pulled them back out. She was incredibly tight and he couldn't help but wonder, how Dante was even fitting inside her.

Gianna was softly panting, head resting against Dante who watched behind her.

Gianna couldn't think. She was sure she was dreaming. There was no way, Rune was kneeling before her, licking her pussy clean of Dante's seed and her arousal. But by the way he groaned, when he licked his fingers clean, she was not dreaming and Rune was enjoying himself a lot.

His thick fingers pushed inside her again and he looked up, when he curled them, pressing against her sweet spot inside with pinpoint precision.

When her hips jerked, he smirked, then lowered his head again, his upper lip brushing over her clit with every soft kiss, with every suckle and he hadn't even started cleaning her clit, yet.

Rune should probably have kept it strictly at cleaning, considering how Dante was watching his every move. But her body encouraged him to take his time, to be very thorough and to let his tongue wander.

Her clit peaked out from under its hood and he made an experimental lick, looking up to see her reaction. Gianna's mouth opened silently and when he looked down, he saw her clit throbbing. Slowly he closed his lips around the swollen button and suckled to clean the rest of her arousal and Dante's seed.

Suddenly, her body locked, then started quivering, as she came under his mouth. Her own hand swallowed the sounds she made as her inner muscles clamped around his fingers.

Her legs started to close, but his free hand kept her from crushing his skull as wave after wave washed over her, before she slumped against Dante.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, squirming when Rune licked off the remaining arousal. "I didn't mean to..."

Dante gave her a quick kiss to her temple, then stepped around the desk. Rune was still keeping her labia spread, practically presenting his work to Dante, who nodded, then slapped Rune's shoulder.

"Good job. You may adjust yourself and leave."

Rune nodded, then stood, still watching Gianna spread in front of him.

"I'm fine, Rune. Go, I'll see you around," she told him and with that Rune left the room and closed the door behind him. After the door was closed, he leaned against the wall, breathing heavy, his cock throbbing angrily in his pants. There was no way, this had just happened. Though he could still taste her and Dante on his tongue. How should he ever look at another woman and desire her after he had a taste of Gianna now? Fuck, he was so entirely into her, into THEM, he needed a cold shower.

Since they weren't in the mansion, where they usually lived, he went to the next guest bathroom and splashed a good amount of water in his face. Looking in the mirror, nothing betrayed how he was feeling. He still looked like the terrifying right hand of the Don's son. Though, he could only hope no one would be looking at his pants too closely because they were too fucking tight.

He debated taking care of himself right then and there, but it didn't feel right.

So, he took a few deep breaths and walked outside, checking the perimeter.

Of course his gaze snapped to Gianna and Dante, instantly noting that they had returned. Gianna looked like nothing had happened. She stood proudly next to Dante, her posture immaculate as always. No one would ever believe that just a few minutes ago she had shattered under his mouth, while he had cleaned Dante's seed from her.

While they were relaxed, his mind was constantly conjuring the image of her pussy in front of his face, the look she gave him when his tongue brushed over her clit.

He shook his head to get rid of the image, then continued walking around and checking the perimeter. It would be a long fucking night.

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When Gianna woke the next day, Dante was already standing in front of the dresser. His black hair was still slightly damp from the shower, but he already had his black trousers on and was currently fastening his belt.

When he noticed that she was awake, he walked over to her and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.

"Good morning. I didn't want to wake you, go back to sleep, piccola."

Gianna smiled and sat up after he had pulled back. She didn't bother pulling the blanket over her bare breasts. Dante's gaze snapped down for a second, bevor he forced his gaze back up and ground his teeth.

"I have to check the accounts today, I don't really have time to sleep in," she noted, stretching.

"Don't test my patience today, Gianna. Rune and I have to deal with the aftermath of Boston, so I'll... Fuck, Gianna," he cursed, when she flung the duvet aside and stood, walking over to her husband utterly naked.

"I have to get dressed as well, Dante," she reminded him, but stopped before him anyway. "Will it be... weird? Between Rune and you?"

Dante thought about it for a moment, then shook his head.

"No, I don't think so. We are too professional to let that affect our work. He'd been pining after you for months, you know that." Slowly his hands reached around and he pulled her closer, brushing his lips over hers. "I don't know if it scratched his itch or if he wants more, because once I got a taste of you..."

He kissed her deeply and let his fingers roam over her bare back and ass, making her whimper in his mouth.

"Do you regret it?" Gianna asked as she looked up at him. Yesterday it didn't feel like he regretted anything, but his right hand had made her orgasm right before him.

"Regret?" His fingers tightened on her ass for a brief moment. "No. I'd never regret seeing you in pleasure. Do you regret it?"

Gianna thought about it for a moment. The logical answer was that she should regret it, right? She had a husband who took care of every need, who made sure she was safe, had his black credit card, his wedding ring, his name, his everything. But she couldn't bring herself to regret it. As twisted as it was, she enjoyed Rune between her legs.

"No. I'm not sure if he does, though, I mean, what he did..."

"Doubt it. I think the only thing he regrets was having to leave with a raging..."

Gianna put her hand on Matteo's lips, who bit her palm gently.

"That's on you, you sent him outside. But can you ask him?"

"Piccola..." Dante wasn't the type to talk about feelings with anyone. She doubted he'd ever spoken to Rune about anything in that direction.

"Please?"

"If you need to know, you can ask him. And now get dressed before I lose my last shred of control and I have to be down there in 2 minutes." He slapped her ass, the sound echoing through the room and she gave him one last kiss, before she walked into the bathroom.

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Half an hour later she walked down into her office, opened her laptop and checked the accounts, wrote down a few questions, then started calling the facilities with missing payments. She could send Rune or any other enforcer, but she liked to believe the world would be a better place if less violence was involved.

For dinner, Dante had ordered in and asked one of the maids to deliver it to her door, which practically meant, the men were not to be disturbed. Which was fine, she didn't want to run into anything she didn't want to see.

She opened the box and her mouth watered at the sight of the sushi in there. Undoubtedly it was from the best Sushi place in town, because Dante refused to feed her anything but the best.

Around 8PM she still hadn't heard from Dante, so she walked into their bedroom and sent him a quick text massage that she was done working and if he needed anything, she would gladly help him. Then she dressed in an oversized sweater, tights and reached for the book that she tried to read for a few weeks now. Apparently, it was all over social media, about faeries.

Barely three pages later the door opened and Dante stepped inside, Rune trailing behind him, which was odd. Nobody entered their private bedroom except in an emergency. So Gianna sat up, looking between the men, furrowing her brows.

"Did anything happen?" she asked, but Dante shook his head.

"No." He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, then tilted his head towards Rune. "We were working until now and you wanted to ask him something."

He said it so matter-of-factly that her mouth popped open. The audacity!

Rune looked just as taken aback, though he took a quick look around, then his gaze snagged at her feet and legs, before it snapped up to her eyes.

"I... uh... Dante, maybe..." she stammered, but Dante simply looked at Rune.

"Do you regret yesterday?" Dante asked, his voice flat as if he was talking about the weather.

But without missing a beat, Rune answered.

"No. Absolutely not. Do you?" He sounded unsure for a moment, not because he regretted it, he didn't, but because he wasn't sure if they did. He wouldn't blame them, they were married after all.

"No, but she was afraid you might regret it," Dante informed him and Rune shook his head.

"Never. If you ever need me for clean-up-duty..."

"Would you wait outside for a moment?" Dante asked and Rune furrowed his brows, but nodded and stepped outside. Once the door was shut, Dante climbed into bed with her and pulled her into his arms. "Do you remember every time you give me a handjob or use your perfect mouth on me and I tell you to keep going because I can't stand the teasing?" He rasped near her ear, making goosebumps break out over her body.

"Yes?" She knew. Dante hated teasing. While she enjoyed giving him a blowjob or handjob and wanted to make it last, for Dante it was a tool for release. He enjoyed it, though maybe a little too much.

"I have a feeling Rune might enjoy that. You could do to him what you can't do to me," he told her, nipping her earlobe.

"You would let me do that?" she asked and leaned forward, before she turned her head and looked into his eyes.

"I'd let you do practically anything as long as you are happy. So, yes. I'd watch, of course. And I might move things in a certain direction, but yes."

Gianna furrowed her brows.

"I don't want you to let me do it, because you think I'm not happy otherwise, Dante."

"Trust me, piccola. It will be very enjoyable for me, too. So, what do you say? Should I ask him inside?"

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Rune stood outside with his arms crossed in front of his chest when the door opened and Dante nodded for him to go inside. Gianna looked flushed and couldn't really hold eye contact with him, so he looked at Dante.

"Would you want to join us occasionally? And by that I mean... well. Gianna likes blowjobs and handjobs while I'm not the optimal recipient."

Rune blinked rapidly. There was no way, Dante was just proposing what he thought he was. His eyes flickered to Gianna whose face was practically completely red by now.

"You... Do you... I?" Rune stammered, then dropped his arms.

"If you don't want to, this conversation has never happened," Dante offered, but Rune quickly shook his head.

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, yes, I absolutely want to but... Gianna, really? You want to... do that with me?" Rune asked, this time directed at Gianna. Talking and having the approval from her husband was one thing, but her consent was what mattered.

Gianna bit her lip, making his cock swell in his pants, then nodded.

"Yes, I'd... I'd really like that. If you wanted to, of course, I don't..."

"When?" Rune asked, cutting her off. He didn't want to feed any potential insecurity, because if he was honest, he needed to fucking cum. After yesterday his head had been occupied with her scent, her taste and her generally.

"Now? If you... have time?" she proposed, her voice rather quiet.

Rune nodded and moved towards the bed, where Gianna was waiting now, sitting on her knees. Dante took a step towards him and Rune stopped instantly.

"Boundaries," Dante started and Rune nodded. "You don't kiss her mouth. You listen to her and you listen to me. My command overwrites hers, only exceptions are safe words. Yellow for stopping in the moment, red for stopping everything. Anything from your side?"

Rune eyed Dante, because he had thought Dante would be dominant, now he was sure.

"Can I touch her? You?"

Dante looked at Gianna, then tilted his head.

"Yes. For now you'll touch her, if I'm... involved and you touch me as well, it should be fine. I'll let you know otherwise," Dante clarified and Rune nodded.

"Will you touch me?" he asked directed at Dante, who shook his head.

"Probably not. Trust me, with her hands and mouth, you don't need me touching you as well," Dante clarified and couldn't stop the corner of his lips from tilting upwards.

Gianna stood slowly, walking with her pantyhose covered feet until she stood directly in front of Rune. Carefully she reached for the hem of his shirt and he lifted his arms obediently, helping her take off his shirt because she was too small to reach that high. Her small fingers instantly roamed over his tattooed chest, his arms, his abs and his skin broke out in goosebumps, while his muscles twitched under her fingertips.

She knew his upper body, of course. When he had caught the bullet for her a few months ago and his clavicle was shattered, she had helped release the muscles with massages after he was able to move properly again. Back then, she tried to keep it strictly professional but even then she couldn't have possibly missed how his body reacted to her hands and her proximity.

Her fingers brushed over the bullet wound that probably saved her life, then slowly moved to his belt. Still looking up she undid then the buttons of his pants, then pushed them down. His erection was straining against his boxer and she cupped him, still looking in his dark eyes. Her mouth opened slightly when she noticed the size of him and he couldn't suppress the smirk. Yes, her husband was thick, but he was long and curved.

Her small hands reached to the hem of his boxers and pushed them down as well, making his cock bounce in the air after it was freed.

"Fuck," was her only comment, before he took off his pants and socks, standing entirely naked in the room. Fuck, indeed.

"Where..." he cleared his throat, because speaking became incredibly hard all of a sudden. "Where do you want me?"

"You can lie down," she told him, her voice hoarse as well, and pointed to the bed, while Dante moved to the armchair next to the bed. The fact that her HUSBAND was watching them should make him feel uncomfortable, instead it made him even hornier.

Rune moved onto the bed, then spread his legs slightly to make room for her. She quickly bent over to retrieve a small bottle of what could be coconut oil, then spread a few drops between her fingers.

The first touch was electric and made his muscles lock up. Her small hand barely reached around him and she gave him a few experimental pumps, before her other hand started roaming.

"Fucking hell, Gianna," he cursed, when she kept her tempo slow and steady, while her fingertips grazed his inner thighs, making the muscle twitch, then moved up to cup his balls, then moved to the skin around his root.

He let his head drop back, trying to collect himself and not blast his load before she even really started. Maybe, he should have taken care of himself yesterday, then he wouldn't be such a horny mess now.

Her tempo picked up slightly and she used her thumb to rub the sensitive underside of his head with each sweep, making his balls draw up. Gianna noticed and stopped before he spilled his load after not even five minutes.

Rune gulped in a few deep breaths, trying to calm his frantically beating heart and raging erection that throbbed at the loss of contact.

Her second hand still moved, drawing small circles with her fingertips, moving further south now, to the sensitive place below his balls, which made his breathing hitch and his erection throb again.

She gave him a few more seconds to calm down, before she wrapped her hand around him again, and pumped him again.

Dante moved, then. He stood to his full height and moved behind Gianna, pulling her upper body up and against him. His large hand reached around her neck and he tilted her head back, then leaned down to whisper something in her ear, which made her nod.

"Gianna, I'm close," Rune warned and she instantly let go, making him curse and his hips thrust in an attempt to gain friction again. He had heard of edging, of course. But usually, there was no time, or no woman had taken the time to even try it. The fact that Gianna was edging him now, made his body even more sensitive than it was usually.

While her hand was gone, she stood and Dante reached down and in one smooth motion pulled her sweater over her head. His breathing stopped when he saw she wore no bra underneath and her small breasts were already peaking.

Dante reached around, wrapped his hand around one of her breasts, then trapped her peaked nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing. Gianna gasped, her hips moving back into Dante, who gave her a slap on the ass.

Something dark and twisted formed inside Rune and he wanted to tell Dante to knock it off, but the look on Gianna's face was a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"On the bed Gianna, continue with Rune, he has been waiting for your hand and mouth for too long. And Rune, you won't cum until she did, do you understand?" Dante demanded and Rune furrowed his brows and wanted to tell him that it was not something you could entirely control, but Gianna was already between his legs again and bent down, her hot mouth engulfing his crown. There was no reasonable thought left in Rune, he groaned when her lips sealed and her tongue traced the same spot her thumb had massaged earlier.

"Easier... said... fuck!"

His eyes snapped open again, when Gianna took a sharp inhale of air and he saw Dante undressing, then moving behind Gianna. With two hands he ripped down the pantyhose, not bothering that it pooled around her knees, then pushing down her underwear, exposing her.

"You're so fucking wet from pleasuring my second in command," Dante rasped, then slapped her ass hard enough to make Gianna jerk, then moan around Rune's cock. Gods, help him, he wouldn't last.

Rune couldn't really see what Dante was doing, but he saw him soothing the sting with his hand, then moving the hand between her legs and Gianna stopped every movement, then moaned softly, as Dante touched her.

This was the sweetest torture he ever had to endure. His balls were so full, he had to cum, but Gianna and Dante's command kept him from it.

When Dante lined himself up and slammed into her, Gianna broke the seal from her lips and let Rune fall from her mouth.

Rune could hear and feel every deep thrust of Gianna, undoubtedly hitting her G-Spot with every move.

"Wrap your pretty lips around that cock, piccola. Don't stop, just because I fuck you. Show Rune how badly you wanted it. How badly you want both of us."

With that her lips wrapped around him again and she started giving him a blowjob in earnest, moaning around him.

Rune threw his head back as the sensation threatened to pull him under, then opened his eyes again because there was no way, he'd miss the image in front of him. Gianna's brown hair had been falling in her face and he reached out and gently gathered her hair to keep it out of her face, which gave him an even better view of the lips around his cock.

"Gianna, Baby, slow down," he rasped, because it wouldn't take long for him to embarrass himself, if she kept that up. Luckily, she did and stopped the bobbing movement, while her tongue now focused on brushing over his head and underside. It wasn't less sensational, but it least he wouldn't blow his load in a few more seconds.

Gianna's moaning became higher pitched around his cock, while Dante still held her tight, his grip on her hips nearly bruising.

To his surprise Gianna let go of his cock and looked up at him, while her hand gave him a few shallow thrust to keep him on the edge.

"Do you enjoy me being ahhh~~~!"

The echo from another hard slap echoed through the room when Dante's hand came down.

"Keep your mouth on him, piccola. I want to see if he's able to control himself," Dante growled, and she immediately engulfed him again, sucking greedily, while her breathing got laboured. "Just like that, good girl. Lucky for you, Rune, she's close."

And Dante was right. Moments later, Gianna stopped all movements, then a long, high keening sound left her throat as her body locked up, then convulsed violently. Dante fucked her through it until he collapsed over her, groaning as he spilled into her.

His own cock throbbed violently in her mouth and when she came to her senses again, she picked up where she left off. It didn't take long until he reached the edge and this time, she didn't pull back. His grip in her hair tightened.

"Baby, if you..."

"Come in her mouth, let her taste you," Dante ordered hoarsely and he did. His hips would have bowed off the bed and into Gianna, but he kept them still as he emptied himself in her mouth and she greedily suckled all of his seed down her throat.

When he was finished, she let go of his cock and opened her mouth, stretching out her tongue to show him that she swallowed all of it.

"Gods, you're fucking perfect," Rune let out, then covered his face with his broad arm.

He faintly heard Dante pull out and felt Gianna collapse on top of him and he reached down, gently scratching her scalp.

Dante gave them a few moments, before he nudged Rune.

"Clean-Up duty."

"Gladly," Rune let him know, opened his eyes, then moved down the bed. Gianna made a weak sound of protest, but let him haul her to the edge of the bed, fully take off her pantyhose and underwear, and spread her legs, giving him full access.

This time he didn't have to test and see what would work for her. He cleaned her up, then pushed two fingers inside, let his tongue swirl around her clit until her breathing sped up and finally wrapped his lips around her clit.

"Oh God, right there~~~!"

Her toes started curling and her heels dug into his back, before her hips bucked upwards, then started shaking heavily as her orgasm consumed her. He kept his mouth on her until she came down from her orgasm, licked her clean again, then sat on his heels.

He was aware that Dante was lying next to Gianna, utterly naked, his soft cock resting on his thigh, but Rune couldn't keep his eyes off Gianna, who was lying on the bed, completely spent, her legs finally falling close.

Then, she looked at Dante.

"Can we keep him?"