WURAOLA

TWENTY

I took a long drag of the cigarette in my hand and glanced at the both of them over the top of the book I was holding in between my fingers.

The sight filled me with a joy I had only began to feel recently. The both of them.

Gianni and Fiore.

A rose, with thorns. That was the image painted in my head seeing both of them like that. I could see it from how firmly his arms were wrapped around her, he would protect her. Protect the delicate rose.

Gianni was deep in sleep with his arms wrapped around the little flower who was equally as deep in sleep as he was.

Pink roses were scattered on the ground and there was a large box of chocolates and half of the chocolates in the box had been eaten. I picked the wrappers up and threw them away when I got back only because I knew who had eaten the chocolates.

I put the cigarette out and pushed myself up, resting my elbows on my knees.

The vision was doing things to me. Sexually and mentally. Had they kissed? I was sure Gianni wouldn't take it any further than making her cum on his tongue -at least for one.

They hadn't noticed when I walked in and I didn't want to wake them up. Gianni began to stir and my heart kicked. His eyes opened and I stood up, kneeling behind the delicate flower.

"Hey" he whispered and I didn't hesitate to claim his lips over her shoulder. He moaned and gripped her waist tight. I settled my hand on her waist, right above his. His tongue swirled in my mouth and I gripped his chin with my other hand while my hand on fiore's waist moved to her thick thighs.

"Mhhh. How about my kiss?" She whispered groggily and I pulled away from Gianni, leaning my head in the crook of her neck. Gianni's lips were swollen and I kissed her shoulder, looking him in the eye.
Fiore moaned as my hand disappeared underneath her shirt. She felt so fucking warm.

My hands roamed over her brown skin. She was an addiction. Like the pages of a book I couldn't put down. The pages of a book that painted pictures.

"Daddy" she whispered softly, her hand gripped my other hand and Gianni looked at her through darkened orbs. He was crazy about her just as I was.

"A sight to behold, isn't she?" I whispered and he cupped her tits over shirt. She looked sexy today but sadly the shirt was going to have to go.

"An angel is what she is" he grunted out and she moaned as I continued to trail kissed up her sensitive neck. From underneath her shirt, I cupped her soft tits and slid my hand up her neck, gripping tight. She moaned and grinned against Gianni who groaned out.

I flicked my fingers over her nipples and pinched them, causing her to cry out in a sound that drove me insane.

"Gianni" she cried out again and I figured his fingers were rubbing against her clit.

"You're gonna make her cum, si?" I whispered against Gianni's lips and he leaned in, trying to press his lips to mine. I pulled back and ran my tongue along her slender and long neck. She hummed in delight and I smirked.

"And you, Fiore, you're gonna get on your knees and suck daddy's cock" I whispered into her ear but from Gianni's intake of breath, he heard me.

"Can you do that for me?" I nipped on her earlobe and she whined, turning to look at me.

"How about Gianni?" She pouted and I smirked, kissing her neck before tightening my grip around it.

"He knows what to do, il mio Fiore. He knows just what to do" I pulled away and settled on the chair. Gianni was looking into her eyes, the desire emanating from both of them made my cock hard. I could decide on fucking Gianni or the delicate little flower. Which of them I wanted to fuck senseless.

I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. The tension in the air was steaming. Hot.

Gianni ran his tongue along the side of her neck where I had done before and she shivered, gripping his hair.

"Let's give daddy a show, Angel." Gianni smirked at me and I pushed my pants down along with my boxer shorts. My cock sprung out eagerly, rising to the occasion.

Precum smeared messily around the tip of my cock.