Page 73 of Crowned

“Just once.”

“Solnyshko, that is not enough.” He strips off his pants and underwear and his cock springs free, and I already know I want it. Need it. As soon as possible. I don’t want to think. I just want to feel.

Kirill wraps his arms around me and turns us over so his back is against the pillows and I’m between his thighs. He spreads mine open for Elyah, and then my pussy, and the other man wastes no time in getting his mouth on my clit.

“I told myself that if I got my hands on you again, I would lick your glorious pussy every chance I got,” Elyah says between lashes of his tongue. “I could have been doing this for fucking years. I will do this for fucking years.”

The way he’s making me feel, I have no complaints if he wants to carry on forever. “Don’t you care that I’ve got another man’s cum inside me?”

Elyah drives two fingers inside me, pumping them slowly in and out of me, admiring the shiny fluid that coats them. “Apparently, I do not care when it is him.”

“What about if it’s Kostya’s?” Kirill asks.

Elyah mumbles something, too focused on me and what he’s doing to me. But I feel Kirill inhale behind me and turn my head to see the mischievous glitter in his eyes.

He calls out, “Kostya, our woman needs you.”

“He’ll ignore you,” I pant, pushing my fingers through Elyah’s silky hair. “We’re in a fight.”

A moment later, Konstantin appears in the doorway, attempting to look casual, but failing. All the veins are standing out in his forearms like his blood pressure is through the roof.

He considers me, caught between his two men. I can’t tell if he’s angry with me. Disgusted with me. Judging me.

I lift my hand from Elyah’s hair and give him the finger.

A smile quirks the corner of Konstantin’s mouth. “How good is ourmilayaat sucking cock?”

“I bet she’s wonderful,” Kirill purrs, reaching up to finger-comb my tresses back from my face. “I’ll hold her hair.”

“Did she ever go down on you, Elyah?”

Elyah shakes his head, watching me as he pumps two fingers slowly in and out of me. “Not yet. Fuck, I want to see her suck cock.”

Konstantin’s gray eyes brighten as he moves toward us, and he unfastens his pants. The only person I’ve gone down on was my husband, and I hated every second of it. Elyah bears down on my G-spot and my legs shake in his grip.

I glance up at Konstantin, who’s now towering over me with his hard cock in his hand. I want him to be angry with me. I want him worried that I will bite. “I only had sex with you in Italy because I was trying to get my passport.”

“You don’t have to remind me of what happened in Italy,” he growls.

I smirk up at him. “Oh, I’ll never forget either.”

Rage sparks in his eyes. “You owe me,milaya. Fourteen million dollars’ worth of pink diamonds. Now open your mouth.”

“If I do this, are we square?” I taunt him.

Kirill is still holding on to my hair when he slides his thumb over my lower lip, encouraging me to open my mouth. There are too many men in my tiny bed, and they all want to see my face get fucked.

Konstantin strokes himself up and down in his fist, and I can see the inner fight going on behind his eyes.

Stay mad at me.

Or admit he doesn’t actually care about those diamonds.

“Depends how well you suck me. Now open your fucking mouth.”

He grasps the nape of my neck and thrusts his cock past my lips. My mouth closes around him, and I work my tongue against him. His thrusts are harsh and deep, and he feels so good every time he bottoms out at the back of my mouth.

Elyah groans and sits up, pulling his fingers out of me and positioning himself between my thighs. “She likes it.Solnyshko, I cannot fucking cope with how hot you look.”

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