Page 6 of Claimed By the Bratva Brothers

I follow Max into the master bedroom. It’s huge—its walls covered in navy-blue wallpaper, the carpet a fluffy cream that soothes my feet with every step that I take. The midday sun pours through the tall windows, and I bask in it for a while before Artur and Ivan join me.

“Don’t move,” Artur says, trailing kisses down the side of my neck. His lips, his tongue, were made for teasing me. I struggle to breathe properly as I feel Ivan’s kisses tumbling down my spine, one inch at a time.

Max comes around to stand in front of me and slips his hand between my legs. “Fucking hell, you’re ready, aren’t you?”

I moan and hold on to his shoulders as his fingers slide through and tease my slick folds, my swollen clit. “Oh, God.”

I look down, dazzled by his erection. His cock is huge and deliciously thick, veins throbbing along the shaft. I feel Ivan come closer, hard between my buttocks, grinding and teasing while my fingers dig into Max’s shoulders.

“You taste fantastic,” Artur whispers in my ear.

Max lowers his head and takes my right nipple in his mouth, while Ivan’s hand reaches around to fondle my left breast. His fingers close around the nipple and pinch, tighter and tighter until I whimper against Artur’s lips. They are remarkably well coordinated. This foreplay is a feast for all of my senses. I lose my self-control when Max’s fingers penetrate me.

“Oh, God,” I groan and tilt my head back, letting it rest on Ivan’s shoulder. “Oh, don’t stop.”

“I have no intention of stopping,” Max says then kisses me.

I’m theirs for the taking and I have no intention of stopping this. Tension builds up inside of me like a ball of electricity about to explode. One more stroke of Max’s fingers, one more lap of Artur’s tongue, one more nipple pinch from Ivan, and I might lose my ability to stand upright.

Then Max gets down on his knees.

Ivan wraps his arms around my torso to keep me in place.

Artur spreads my legs.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” Max says, looking up at me.

A second later, he dives right in and proceeds to devour my pussy. I moan harshly as Ivan squeezes and kneads my full breasts, as Artur runs his fingers through my hair and watches me as I’m brought closer to the edge. He strokes himself, insanely aroused. But it’s Max’s tongue that delivers the ultimate damage, while he finger-fucks me into oblivion.

I come hard and unexpectedly all over his face, my juices glistening in his beard. Max keeps lapping me up, drinking me. I cry out, shaking like a leaf, Ivan holding me as he breathes me in, his strength filling me with a sense of safety, a freedom of exploration.

By the time I come down from the heavens, Max is standing up and peering down at me. I look at him through hazy eyes, still twitching in the afterglow as my pussy aches for more.

“You are dangerously addictive, Lyric,” he says.

“So are you,” I reply.

Ivan sighs and pushes me against the bed. I fall on my back, giggling naughtily as I allow myself to be admired by these massive men with their huge erections. They watch me for a while, hands on their cocks, stroking slowly, as I instinctively raise my knees and part my legs for them.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, but when Max takes the lead and climbs on top of me, I figure I’m definitely doing something right.

“We’re going to take turns,” Max says, his voice low and sultry while steely fires burn in his eyes.

“Okay. Just… go easy,” I manage, unable to think straight.

I feel his tip testing my entrance. A few seconds later, he’s thrusting into me, each time deeper than the last. I pull in a sharp breath, letting it out slowly. The searing pain only lasts for a few moments, easing up the more he moves, but then Max freezes deep inside of me. “Holy shit,” he says.

“What is it?” Ivan asks as he joins us on the bed.

“She’s a virgin,” Max says.

I shake my head and lock my legs around his waist. “Please, don’t stop. I want this. I need this.”

“Fucking hell,” Max groans, unable to pull out as I tighten my legs, pinning him against me.

I don’t want him to pull away. He’s stretching me so good, filling me to the brim. So this is what I’ve been missing out on. Damn, it’s incredible. I cup his face and pull him in for a kiss, while Artur lays on the side of us, planting soft kisses on my breast.

Finally, Max begins to move again.

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