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He sinks into me, staring at Konstantin’s cock thrusting into my mouth and timing his own to match. The slow dual rhythm makes me moan around Konstantin’s thick length.

“Look at you all filled up,” Kirill murmurs in my ear, squeezing one of my breasts.

“She will not be filled up until one of us is in her ass, too,” Elyah says, stroking hard with his cock.

I grasp the base of Konstantin’s dick, choking a little, and not because he’s fucking me too deep. Is that even possible?

“We could make it work,” Elyah tells me as if reading my mind. There’s a gleam in his eye, and I realize he’s thought about it. A lot. And probably jerked off to it. “Nice and slow until you are all filled up and you finally feel you have enough.”

When did my sweet driver learn to dirty talk like this?

Konstantin grabs my chin and forces himself deeper. “Until that baby is born, we are all the father, and you belong to all of us. You’re our woman, and we’re going to fuck you like our woman needs to be fucked. All three of us are very horny men, so it’s up to you to satisfy us, and we are too impatient to take turns.” He grips my throat, feeling himself moving inside of me. “And you’re too horny to say no.”

I moan, half furious, half falling apart from pleasure. Kirill moves his hand down to my clit and rubs me while Elyah pumps hard into me. I’ve never known what makes a blowjob good for a man, but I stroke the base of his cock and move my mouth by instinct.

“Malyshka,” Konstantin hisses through his teeth, and I can hear how close he is to coming.

“Elyah, what would you think if Kostya blew all over her pretty tits?” Kirill asks.

Elyah has been watching himself screw me and Kirill rubbing my clit, but he runs his heated gaze up my body and stares at my mouth, his eyelids heavy with desire. “I think I will shoot my fucking load at the sight.”

“Ladies first,” Kirill breathes in my ear, and ups the pressure and speed of his fingers. Elyah is railing me so sweetly. I cry out around Konstantin’s mouth as my climax rises up and breaks over me in a delicious wave.

As my body flexes, Konstantin shoves himself deeper and I don’t even need breath. I just want him deeper in my throat. More of Elyah in my pussy. They both fuck me hard until suddenly they pull out of me, their breathing ragged.

Simultaneously, Elyah’s cum splashes over my belly and up my ribs. Konstantin shoots over my breasts in hot, thick streams that drip down to mingle with Elyah’s.

Kirill drags his fingers through the cum painting my body. “Look at you now,detka. Spent and panting. Covered in cum. Thoroughly used.”

13

Lilia

Raw.

That’s how I’ve felt since the four of us had sex two days ago. Raw, and stripped back to my most vulnerable layers.

Music is playing in the next room that sounds like Russian pop. Someone is frying bacon. I can feel the three of them out there, and their presence feels…different. Warm to the touch.

The bathroom is full of steam as I rinse the conditioner from my hair. The baby seems to be getting bigger and bigger with every passing day. When I look down, I can still see my feet, but only just.

Sex has wrapped me in a cozy, numbing cocoon, but one thought is clear in my mind. The men out in the living room want this baby to thrive just as much as I do. I’ve never had a man in my life whose needs and wants were aligned with my own, and now there are three of them.

I switch the water off and just stand there, running my hands over my stomach. My wet hair is pasted to my breasts.

The door opens and Konstantin appears, his brows drawn together in a frown.

“I couldn’t hear anything in here and I wanted to check…” He trails off as he stares at me, the steam curling around my naked body.

I look up and meet those gray eyes, a strange sensation thrumming through me. He wanted to check that I’m okay?

A smile hooks the corner of his mouth as he sees me standing naked in the tub. We haven’t spoken about what happened the other day. Our crazy foursome. No one has talked about it, but I know all three are thinking about it every time our eyes meet.

Kirill’s dark expression is hungry and unapologetic. If he could go back and do it all again, the pageant included, he would. There will never be any kind of apology from a man like him.

Elyah is standing taller. Prouder. His smiles are tentative, but they’re there. His crew is tight around him, just as he craves it, and I’ve been brought into their circle. I have never seen him happier.

And Konstantin? He seems as blindsided as I feel. He’s fought so hard for everything to be the way he thought it should be, and yet here he is in a crummy Prague apartment with no diamonds and a woman who may or may not being carrying his child.

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