Page 88 of Ruthless Daddies

“Do you even need to ask?” he says, his smirk returning.

I open the door, and they follow me inside.

The moment the door clicks shut, the air shifts. Ivan steps toward me.

Nikolai’s fingers skim under my shirt, and Dmitri’s grip settles on my waist. My heart thunders, any lingering unease drowned beneath the flood of raw desire.

I tug at their clothes, fumbling with belts and buttons until they fall away, revealing hot skin beneath my palms.

Ivan’s fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear. I hear the faint tear of fabric before he drops to his knees, burying his face between my thighs with a low groan. A gasp tears from my lips, my head tipping back, just as Dmitri and Nikolai slip my shirt off over my head. My bra follows, and their hands cup my breasts, each gentle squeeze sending another spark of pleasure skittering through me.

Ivan’s tongue works relentlessly, his grip firm on my hips, and I can’t hold back the needy moan that escapes my throat.Nikolai’s teeth graze my neck, just enough to make me shiver, and Dmitri’s mouth covers my breast, his lips hot against my skin. Their bodies press in, pinning me between them, and my own hands roam over muscle and heat, desperate to return the pleasure coursing through me.

Ivan doesn’t let up, latching on like he’s determined to drive me over the edge. My body arches, a string of breathy moans escaping my lips. When he finally pulls back, I’m trembling, barely catching my breath as he stands, his eyes dark with need.

Dmitri is next, guiding me onto the bed, his hands sliding over my skin as he kneels behind me. He presses his mouth to my shoulder, murmuring something low against my ear, and then he’s inside me in one quick thrust. It’s fast, hard, and dizzying. My nails dig into the sheets, and I cry out his name as he sets a punishing rhythm. His hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him again and again.

When Dmitri finally relents, Nikolai takes over. He lifts me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he presses me to the headboard. His teeth graze the pulse in my neck, and I cling to him, sinking into the new wave of sensation as he thrusts, each movement more desperate than the last.

He sucks and bites just enough to send jolts of pleasure spiraling through me. I cry out, arching my back, and his rhythm never falters. The sound of our bodies meeting echoes in the room, obscene and delicious.

My mind blanks, lungs burning as I struggle for air.

“My turn,” Ivan murmurs somewhere from above me. I flutter my eyes open to see him staring down at me, moving his palm over his cock.

He pulls me off the bed, my legs locked around either side of his hips, my tits slightly swaying as he carries me to the wall. My back hits the wall, and he slides inside me with a single thrust. The friction is relentless. My nails dig into his back as he drives into me.

I cling to him, burying my face against his neck, but he tilts my head back, his mouth finding my breast. The sensation of being pinned between him and the wall makes my pulse race.

We shift positions. Ivan and Dmitri move me onto the bed, my knees hitting the mattress. Dmitri slides in from behind, gripping my waist. Ivan kneels in front, letting me take him in my mouth. Nikolai’s hands roam, squeezing and caressing, his lips against my ear.

They work together, switching without pause. It feels like they can’t get enough of me tonight—like each kiss, each touch, is more desperate than the last. It’s almost as if they’re convinced this might be the last night we have together.

Those thoughts flee my mind as soon as Ivan pinches my nipple, making me cry out while Dmitri flicks my clit. My body is throbbing.

Ivan enters me for the second time. I moan, letting him fill me up. They’re all big—but his cock is girthier while Dmitri’s is longer. I lean forward, bracing my palms on his chest, and feel the shift on the bed as Nikolai crawls behind me. He presses close, his chest against my back, his cock hard against my ass as he slips his arms around me to cup my breasts too. The dual sensation—Ivan’s cock pulsing inside me, Nikolai’s hands on my tits—has me letting out a ragged moan.

Ivan thrusts harder, drawing my attention back down. My nails dig into his chest as I lose myself in the steady rhythm he sets.

Nikolai’s mouth moves over my shoulder, his teeth scraping gently at my skin.

Ivan’s pace grows more urgent, his cock driving into me with powerful thrusts that leave me gasping. I try to keep my movements steady, but with Nikolai pressing me from behind, it’s almost impossible to do anything but ride the waves of pleasure. The mattress dips again, and I realize Dmitri is positioning himself next to us. His hand slides down between my legs, fingers finding the spot where I’m stretched around Ivan. The extra pressure ignites every nerve, and I let out a cry, my head falling back against Nikolai’s shoulder.

They shift positions, and soon I’m on my back, Ivan pushing my knees up, his grip firm on my thighs. He lowers his head to my breasts, his mouth hot on my tits, sucking and nipping as he thrusts in deep. My fingers thread through his hair, my body trembling with each powerful stroke. Behind him, Dmitri and Nikolai watch, stroking themselves or brushing kisses over my skin whenever they can reach. Their cocks are stiff and needy, waiting for the next moment to join in.

We switch again—Nikolai lifts me into his lap, his cock sliding into me with a smooth, practiced motion. I can’t control the moan that escapes my throat as he sets a harsh rhythm. My breasts bounce with each thrust, and I catch Dmitri’s gaze locked on my tits, a look of pure hunger in his eyes. He moves closer, capturing one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until I’m shaking.

Ivan stands behind me, pressing his cock against my back. I can feel his breath against my neck, the low rumble of his voice as he murmurs half-formed praises.

I lose track of whose hands or mouth is on me, only knowing I’m surrounded by them—gripping sheets, gasping for breath, drowning in the heat of it all.

Nikolai groans my name, Dmitri’s breath stutters, and Ivan lets out a raw sound I’ve never heard before. My own climax rips through me, making my vision blur as each of them jerks against my stomach. Warmth splashes across my belly, and a rough shiver runs through me as I realize they’ve all finished together, their collective come sticky and all over me.

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ALICE

I’m still trying to catch my breath. My body feels warm and heavy, a languid ache lingering in every muscle. The silk sheets cling to my sweaty skin as I lie there, tucked between them—my three men.

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