Page 23 of Kings of Cruelty

I don’t know how I feel about that. Their possessiveness, the fact that Nikolai nearly went looking because my cunt was outof commission for a few weeks, Yuri’s insistence that they get to decide who gets me and when…

“Can we have this conversation when I’m not impaled on Kotya’s dick?” I ask, exasperated.

“I agree. We can fight later. Now, we fuck.” Konstantin lifts my hips up and slams me down again. I moan, clinging to his arms to balance myself.

Yuri whines, but when I’m all the way down again, he gets back to sucking on my clit.

Konstantin forces me up—and Yuri’s tongue slides off me. I glance down to see that he’s lapping at Konstantin’s cock as enthusiastically as he’d been working on me.

“Yura!” Konstantin moans. “You said you would makehercome first.”

I might, watching the way Yuri is fervently devoted to bringing Konstantin pleasure. “Yes,” I agree anyway. “You’re supposed to be eating me out, remember?”

Nikolai snorts. “Maybe I need to lend a hand? Since Yuri isn’t living up to his expectations?” he taunts.

Yuri backs away and glares at Nikolai. “If you want to lend a hand, you can jerk me off. Since you aren’t doing anything right now.”

Suddenly, Nikolai doesn’t look as bold. He looks sheepish instead, and he puts both his hands in the air. “No, no. It’s fine. I’ll…” He fumbles, then starts to unfasten his own pants. “I’ll just get myself ready.”

“Great,” I drawl. “I thought Kotya was the one who liked sloppy seconds.”

Yuri gives my clit a quick lick, then smiles up at me. “Well, whatshouldNikolai and I do with our erections?”

“You have…” Konstantin thrusts up into me especially hard, and a moan breaks into my words. “You have hands.”

“Which we’ve been using,” Nikolai replies. “C’mon, you can’t deny that it’ll feel good for us to touch you. Especially when your pretty little pussy is coming around our cocks.”

“She’s coming on my cock,” Konstantin states. “Yura, work faster. Harder. All of those.”

“Yes, sir!” Yuri says with a laugh, then gets his mouth back where it belongs.

I reach down to tangle my fingers into his long hair, tugging on it to direct him exactly where I want his mouth to be.

He’s more insistent this time, more focused, and it doesn’t take long before I’m spiraling toward the edge of my climax. “More,” I whisper.

Nikolai takes that as a cue, coming in closer to toy with my breasts again. His fingers on my nipples feel good, but not nearly as amazing as Yuri’s talented tongue on my clit. Between the two—well, between those and Konstantin’s cock thrusting into me—I end up shuddering, my cunt clamping around Konstantin as my orgasm surges through me.

I cry out, my entire body trembling as I grip Yuri’s hair more tightly and hold him in place as I ride it out.

Konstantin lets out a low groan, and he slams me down onto his cock one last time before he shoots into me.

At first, I worry about a condom—then I remember that there’s no point, since I’m already pregnant.

It threatens to kill my high, so I push the thought away.

Yuri pushes my thighs up higher, and I’m confused about what he’s doing until I realize he’s licking up Konstantin’s cum as it leaks out of me. Konstantin moans again, thrusting up.

“Enough, Yura,” Konstantin says. “You can… or Nikolai…”

I’m so pleasure-drunk that it doesn’t even bother me to be offered this way.

Nikolai is the first to settle down onto the couch, patting his lap. “C’mere, Sierra,” he says, his erection already ready and waiting.

“Oh, no,” I tell him. “Yuri earned the right to go next. All you did was stand there.”

Yuri laughs and stands up, wiping his mouth. “Hold her open for me, Kotya.”

Konstantin lifts me off his cock and spreads my thighs wide while Yuri unzips his jeans. He gives himself a few strokes, although he’s completely hard already.

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