Page 30 of Bratva Daddies for the Single Mom

FYODOR

Ihad been tempted to ask Viktor why he allowed both Ilya and me to enjoy Annie before he took his turn. Since it was not my place to question him, I let it remain a mystery and motioned at Annie.

Ilya removed the straps and held her while she regained her balance, her body recovering from the savageness of her orgasm. I hoped to repeat the feelings I’d seen ripple through her. Pleasing her, sharing her, was quickly becoming my favorite pastime. When Ilya released Annie and sank into the Victorian chair in the corner to watch her walk toward me, I crooked a finger. “Come here.”

She walked with a swagger, her hips swaying from side to side and her tits bouncing just enough to make my mouth water. She stopped when her toes touched mine. “What do you want to do to me?” She’d asked Ilya that same question, and I understood the potency in it as she leaned forward and slid her hands up my thighs. “Do you want me to blow you?”

Fuck yes. I wanted everything from her, but she’d asked us to explore our darkest fantasies with her as our host. My fantasies were considered tame by most standards. Viktor wouldchallenge her the most. Perhaps that was why he chose to go last. “I want you to suck my cock while you pleasure yourself.”

Her eyes widened a bit at the challenge. “What am I allowed to use?”

“Hands. Toys.” I spread my hands out toward the dresser where every manner of sex toy waited. “Your pick.”

“What if I want Viktor to fuck me while I suck your cock? That would bring me pleasure.”

“No,” Viktor rasped out from behind me. “I will take my turn alone, as they will.”

There were times when all three of us enjoyed a woman simultaneously, as we had that first night with Annie. Other times, one-on-one was better suited to our needs. Annie benefited from either scenario. I leaned forward to kiss her soft lips and whispered into her ear. “Hands. Or toys.” I always held myself under control. Losing myself was never an option, but I loved watching others fall apart, especially Annie. She orgasmed with such abandon, such freedom, that it caused me to crave a similar experience. Perhaps she would be the one to push me over that edge.

She sat back on her heels and looked me up and down. “Clothes off or on?”

I eyed my suit and twitched one side of my mouth up. “On.”

The challenge of it burned in her eyes, the sweep of her lashes. She made quick work of my belt and zipper and leaned over me.

“Wait.” I stopped her with the sharpness in my voice and scooted back on the bed until I lay in the center. “I want to see you fuck yourself.”

She grinned at that and climbed onto the bed, her bare body gleaming in the lamplight. Her eyes locked with mine. Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she cupped her breasts and squeezed the nipples. Her body arched, and she dropped a hand betweenher legs. “I like being touched here.” She fingered her clit and shuddered, her lower lip catching between her teeth. With her fingers on her clit, she dipped her head and took me into her mouth. Her groan vibrated her throat and sent heat pouring into my cock. I filled her mouth, and when she took me deeper, I thrust my hips until she gagged around me. “Fuck my cock, Annie. Use that perfect mouth. Every time you thrust your fingers into your sweet pussy, I want my cock in your throat.”

She did as I asked, her cheeks hollowing out when she sucked hard enough to make my eyes roll back. I fisted a handful of her hair and drove myself deeper.

Her fingers worked her pussy and her clit in alternating patterns, causing her body to writhe and twist.

I fucked her mouth with all the savageness of a madman, stroking into her throat and to edge of her lips. She increased the pace of her fingers and bobbed her head.

My legs trembled, the cusp of my orgasm rocketing through me. I yanked her mouth off my cock and dragged her up my body, splitting her legs on either side of my waist and driving my dick into her folds right alongside her fingers.

She gasped and started to withdraw her hand.

I gripped her wrist. “No. You’re going to come on both.” The contrast of her pussy and her fingers worked for us both. The position put her hand against her clit, and the feel of her fingers alongside my cock, both of us pumping in and out in hard, fast strokes, turned me breathless.

Her face flushed, sweat sheening her shoulders and ribs.

I pinched her nipples and rolled them between my thumb and forefingers, watching her pleasure escalate with every second.

My orgasm lingered on the cusp, every pump of our hips sending spikes of pleasure rolling down my spine. I pinchedharder and bucked my hips, forcing my ass off the bed to thrust deeper.

“Fyodor. Oh, fuck. I’m coming.” Her eyes widened at the second her body seized, her pussy turning into a damned vise.

I exploded inside her, giving her every last drop of my cum. “Viktor.” It took all my breath to say his name, but he understood and helped Annie roll off me.

“Shower.” He pulled Annie into his arms and stood. He’d removed his clothes while Annie and I fucked.

Ilya moved to follow Viktor and Annie, stopping by the bed and holding out a hand to help me to my feet. “We chose well.”

“Yes.” I managed to stand and trail along behind Ilya. By the time I made it into the bathroom, Viktor had Annie bent over the back of a chair, her nails digging into the armrests as he fucked her from behind. Water sheeted over his back and crashed to the floor in a cascade. Annie threw her head back and cried out with yet another orgasm.

“This is not his fantasy.” Ilya frowned.

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