Page 37 of Reign of Four

He claims my mouth with impatience, his gentle touch turning feral in a heartbeat as he wraps my hair around his fist and steals any chance for air I have. He licks the seam of my lips and groans as he slips past, claiming more of me for himself. “So fucking sweet,” he rasps, “begging like that, all for me?—”

I’m swept up by his kiss and consumed by his passion, completely at his mercy as he walks me back. My feet touch something soft, and he pulls me to a stop. “Lie down for me, love. Right here.” He snags a throw pillow from Ezra’s outstretched hand and sets it down on the rug.

Once I’m on my back, Mikhail adds a second pillow to prop me up, giving me a perfect, eye-level view of Ezra and Andrei’s fully erect cocks. “Spread your legs, baby,” Andrei instructs, spreading his own farther apart as he leans further back in his chair. “I want to see that perfect fucking pussy.”

I don’t even get a chance to do as I’m told—Mikhail kneels in front of me, grabs my ass to drag me closer, and bends my knees over my chest as far as they’ll go, putting me on full display for the room. My flush runs hotter, spreading down my neck, as Mikhail stares at my slit and licks his lips.

“She is glistening,” Ezra grunts, stroking himself slowly. “Think she is ready for you, brother?”

“Not yet. Hold your legs for me, love.” Once I’m hugging my thighs to my chest, he lets go and grabs his cock at the base. A thick vein pulses along the side as he rubs it against me with a slow rock of his hips, then, without warning, he smacks my pussy with it. “You’re not dripping down your thighs yet, are you, malyshka?”

My core clenches as arousal pulses through me. I’m close, so fucking close. But I shake my head, because no, I’m not to the level he wants yet.

His lips curve into a pleased grin. “That’s right, you’re not there yet. But we both know what you need to get there. We shared a very special moment together, don’t you remember?” He slides his cock over my slit, spreading my arousal and bumping my clit with the tip.

I cry out as a jolt of pleasure zips through me. Familiar pleasure. We’ve done this before, but with a little more clothing, and a lot more privacy. My eyes widen as he continues rubbing against me, a feral gleam in his eye.

He wants me to finger myself while they all watch.

Slowly, I drag my palm down the back of my thigh and around the front to reach between my thighs. Mikhail graciously takes over, holding my thighs when I can’t manage any more. I expect him to move his dick out of the way, but he nudges my entrance as my fingertips swirl over my clit.

My back arches against the pillows as I gasp in a shallow breath. This isn’t the same at all—this is so much better. I throw my head back and moan as I touch myself, knowing my men are watching, stroking themselves, getting off on this as much as I am.

Mikhail chokes on a growl as I dip my fingers lower and slide one inside, curling it deep before dragging it back out. When I bring my fingers back to my clit, his cock nudges my entrance again, the tip sliding inside.

We moan in unison, and Ezra curses loudly from the couch. “Move your dick, Mikhail, unless you are going to fuck. You are in way of perfect view.”

“Fuck off,” Mikhail hisses, rocking his hips as he slides only the tip in, then back out, then in again. It’s agony to feel the start of the stretch, the heat, only for him to retreat.

I press my fingers harder against my clit, whimpering as Mikhail’s hips stutter and he slips another inch inside.

“Goddamn,” he grunts, teeth clenched, jaw locked tight. “How are you so tight, baby? I’m gonna have to stretch you out with my fat fucking cock, aren’t I?”

I nod frantically. Yes. Anything. “Please fuck me, Mikhail. I want your cock inside me.” The request is a high-pitched whine. A light sheen of sweat breaks out across my skin as my need spikes and I near my breaking point.

Mikhail thrusts harder, passing over my slit to grind against my clit, forcing a cry past my lips. “I need you to come first, baby, for your pussy to clench so tight that your cum leaks out. Can you do that for me?”

Andrei appears by my side, holding his cock over my chest. A vein beneath the head throbs as he thumbs it. “For us, zhena. Come for us, and we’ll come for you.” Ezra appears a moment later on my other side, kneeling with a pained grunt. He fists his cock over my face, hovering just high enough that I can’t reach it. His tattooed fingers glide over his length with ease, and I wish he would lower it into my mouth. I want to feel his cock pulse on my tongue when he comes.

Once Andrei kneels, he grabs my tit and pinches my nipple between his knuckles, spitting on it so that there’s more pleasure than pain. The three of them watch as my body twitches beneath their heated gazes, their focus zeroing in on my pussy when my moans go silent and my eyes screw shut.

I come so hard that my world collapses into a single point of white-hot pleasure. The air in my lungs gets trapped, my mind momentarily frozen, and all I can do is feel. The plush carpet at my back. The bruising grip on my thighs. The hot streaks of cum striping my chest and neck.

Ezra and Andrei kept their promise, coming when I did. Now, it’s Mikhail’s turn.

He waits until my vision clears, his cock twitching against my hole. “Dripping wet, baby. Just like I need.” He drags his cock through my folds, spreading my arousal over his shaft, and groans. “You’re fucking perfect, Valentina, so perfect for me.” He lifts his hips and presses the tip past my lips, leaning harder on the back of my thighs, pinning me down. He goes slow despite how wet I am, forcing himself to savor the feel of my pussy fluttering around him.

The smell of sex hovers in the air around us, overpowering the smoke from the fireplace, and I drag in a needy breath as Mikhail slides another inch inside and Ezra rubs his cock on my chest, still hard despite the cum and the concussion. Andrei grabs my thigh and pulls it farther out, giving Mikhail better access. “Fill her sweet pussy up, brother. She’ll come again when you do.”

Mikhail exhales harshly, his eyes flashing. “She fucking better.” With a hard thrust, he slams the rest of the way home. Rapid-fire Russian flies past his lips as he fucks me hard, pounding our hips together relentlessly, forcing me to take it. I can’t catch my breath, barely stealing a sliver of air when he bottoms out and hits something deep, sending shockwaves through my body.

I want to watch Mikhail while he fucks me. I want to see him come undone as he comes, the way his chest muscles will twitch and ripple, the way he’ll arch his back to go deeper, to come harder, to fill me up the way we’ve both always wanted.

But it’s Ezra’s eyes that claim mine, finally focused past the haze of drugs, as he stares at my face. If I weren’t already flushed crimson, his gaze would burn me from the inside out. Unparalleled need radiates in those midnight eyes, the press of his erection on my collarbone insistent, yet compared to the way Mikhail digs in his heels and grinds his cock deep in my pussy, somehow tender. I pant hot puffs of air in his direction, somehow managing to snake my arm up his thigh and grab his hand. I twine our fingers together and squeeze, tugging him closer.

Understanding ripples across his face, and he cups the back of my head to draw my mouth to his length. “Is this what you want, lisichka? Hm?” I flick my tongue against his weeping slit, and he groans as he pushes the tip past my lips. Salt hits my tongue, and I suck greedily, swallowing as much as I can. “Fuck, Valentina, fuck.”

Mikhail echoes the sentiment, slowing his pace to drag against my inner walls and draw the moment out. “Fuck, malyshka, you’re fucking breathtaking, you know that? God, I’m gonna come so hard—” His voice breaks as he buries himself deep, his cock twitching with each pulse of his release, hot and wet and delicious?—

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