The magic words. The words I’ve been dreaming about, waiting to hear ever since I got off house arrest. I kiss her again, her body trembling.

I can tell she’s a little nervous about asking, so I lean in, my lips against her ear.

“Princess,” I growl. “We’re going to stuff you in both of your tight little holes, and then we’re going to make you come until you scream.”

I pull her off Bruno, shove some pillows behind myself, and lean back against the headboard. Katarina faces away, and I pull her backward until her back is against my chest, my cock between her ass cheeks, and I’m massaging her clit.

“I’m going to fuck you in the ass first,” I murmur into her ear. “It’s easier that way the first time, at least.”

I kiss the back of her neck.

“After you get the hang of this, you can fuck us in whatever order you want, Princess,” I say. “But it might take some practice.”

Katarina just gasps and nods. Bruno kneels over my legs and kisses her, pulling her up, and I pour a little more lube onto my cock, then pull her back until her tight back hole is right at my tip. She grabs me in her hand and eases herself down slowly.

I have to clench my teeth together as the thick ring of muscle stretches around me. She’s unbelievably tight, almost too tight to let me in, and as she does she gasps and whimpers.

And then, finally, the ridge around the head of my cock pops through that ring and Katarina exhales, hard, her body relaxing and her head back. She feels fucking incredible, and I lean forward, kissing her shoulder again.

“Dom,” she moans, turning her head toward me, her eyelids fluttering.

“Yes?” I ask, my lips on her.

I need to keep my eyes open, focus on something that isn’t my cock in her ass, because I’m afraid I’m going to come before I finish satisfying her.

Katarina keeps sliding down my cock, taking me a centimeter at a time as Bruno kisses her neck and licks her nipples, and finally she’s sitting on me, breathing hard, and leans back against my chest, her head on my shoulder.

Even so, her back is arched and she’s still moving her hips, bucking and rolling softly, riding my cock slowly.

“You know how fucking beautiful you are with my cock buried in your ass?” I whisper. “It’s dirty as hell and I love it, Princess. I love that you let me fuck you any way I want, and I love how much you like it.”

Bruno leans forward, his fingers on her clit again, and Katarina takes his cock in her hand. He’s still slick with her juices, and she bites her lip as they stroke each other.

After a moment, he moves his hand down and slides his fingers into her pussy, and Katarina and I both gasp. Suddenly she’s even tighter, and I can feel him inside her too.

Katarina reaches out and grabs Bruno’s shoulder. Her fingernails clench at his muscled flesh so hard I’m afraid she’ll leave marks, but he barely reacts, other than to add a third finger.

“Bruno,” she whimpers, her hips moving faster, more urgently. “Oh my God, Bruno, I need you to fuck me.”

He kisses her, then pulls his fingers out, and I take Katarina by the hips, steadying her. She’s still writhing and bucking, her breath coming in small, quick gasps, and I run my hands up her body, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

“Relax, Princess,” I whisper.

Bruno strokes himself, Katarina’s hands still on his shoulders. He’s being slow and gentle, obviously afraid of hurting her, but I can tell he’s so hard he’s close to bursting as he teases her clit with the head of his cock before sliding it down and parting her swollen, wet lips.

I can feel him before he even enters her, and Katarina gasps, her hips slowing as Bruno pushes himself against her entrance.

The second the head of his cock is inside her, she’s even tighter, so tight I can hardly stand it. Bruno groans and Katarina whimpers, gasping for air.

“Princess,” he whispers, like he’s going to ask if she’s okay.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps, her voice sharp and desperate. “Please, please don’t stop.”

He slides in slowly, Katarina tightening against the whole length of my cock. She reaches behind herself and grabs my hair in her hand, still panting for breath.

“Oh God,” she whispers. “Fuck, Dom, Bruno, this feels so fucking good.”

Bruno hilts himself, then pauses, both of us all the way inside our beautiful, sexy, dirty princess.

“I love you,” she moans. “I love you and I love the way you fuck me.”

I can’t even form words, so I kiss the back of her ear.

Then we start fucking her together, and the second we do I can feel her ass spasm and her body jolt as she comes, groaning and shouting wordlessly.

We don’t stop. We’re slow and gentle, afraid of hurting her, but soon Katarina is moving on her own, riding us both at once. She comes again, then again, and I know I can’t hold out much longer. Not like this.

She comes again, her whole body shuddering, her nipples hard as rocks under my fingers, and then she leans back again and swallows, like she’s trying to catch her breath.

“Come inside me,” she whispers. “Please, Bruno, Dom, I want to feel you both come inside me together.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice. I stop holding back, my cock buried in her tight hole, and in seconds my balls are tight against my body, the familiar heat in my lower belly.

I growl in her ear and come so hard I think I might go blind. I pump into our princess again and again, filling her with my seed, the total ecstasy of being in her drowning out everything else.

“I love you,” I whisper into her ear. “I fucking love you, Katarina, holy fuck I love you...”

When I finish, I realize I’m still whispering it, over and over again, and I swallow hard, wrapping an arm around her. She collapses against me, sweaty and shaking, as Bruno takes her cheek in his hand and kisses her deeply.

“I love you,” she murmurs again when he pulls away, both of us still inside her though we’re slipping out. “I’d have run away with you if my father said no.”

Bruno kisses her once, gently, on the tip of her nose, and Katarina laughs.

“We know,” he says. “And we’d have been happy to live out our lives as your secret, illicit boyfriends if we had to.”

“As long as we can still have sex like you’re illicit,” she says.

“Hell yes,” I say, holding her even tighter. “You’re our filthy, wicked princess and we wouldn’t take you any other way.”