Page 4 of Bratva Daddies for the Single Mom

“Oh.” Her lips created that tight pucker again. Flushing, she reached around to her left side and slid a zipper down her ribs. The sound filled the room, creating a storm of chaos in my mind as I imagined her lowering my zipper and taking my thick shaft into her mouth. The dress flared open across her ribs, revealing an expanse of smooth, pale skin. She lowered one strap over her shoulder, then the other, draping an arm across her chest to keep it from falling to her ankles. A defiant look shot across her face, and she released her grip on the material. It fluttered to the ground, whispering across her skin with the silkiness of butterfly wings.

“Beautiful.” I crooked my finger. “Come here.”

She stood before us wearing nothing but black underwear that barely covered her sex and a pair of black heels. A single heartbeat of hesitation fluttered between us, then she moved. Long legs ran up to the widening of her hips before narrowing toa waist perfect for holding. Pert breasts tipped with dark nipples begged to be stroked. The long column of her neck held her gorgeous head aloft with a proud tilt. I liked that best of all. Even as she followed my demand and walked with confident strides on those mile-long legs, she did it with her chin jutted forward, almost like she wished to demand something of me as well.

As the Pakhan, I possessed first rights to any woman. Ilya and Fyodor would never question that, though I rarely demanded they follow the rules when we shared a woman. This time, I wanted those rare few minutes to test Annie before we commenced with the true fun of the night.

Fyodor was in charge of maintaining this room. I knew every detail, every toy and instrument it held, and I planned on using them–and my dick–to their best advantage. I lowered my hands to my thighs, keeping my ankle on the opposite knee. “Sit.” I patted the empty space between my legs.

I would not utter Annie’s name aloud tonight, but I thought it on an endless loop when she ran her palms over my shoulders and swung her leg across mine. She settled in place, her heart drumming a rapid staccato in her neck.

I framed her ribs with my hands and ran my palms across the outer curve of her breasts. “Tonight will be pleasurable. We will make sure of that.” I angled a look over my shoulder, toward Fyodor and then Ilya. “There will be much pleasure for everyone, yes?”

They nodded, eyes glued to Annie. Our Annie.

I leaned in close and breathed in her scent. Flowers and something spicy, a sweet tang that reminded me of sage.

“Come.” I motioned them forward. We were balanced, a unit. We were brothers though we shared no blood. Their families had served mine for generations, but we grew up together, fighting as one. I tipped Annie’s face toward mine and claimed her lips. She tasted of sweet honey and orange, a relic of a drink she’dlikely had at the bar before coming to the auction. I lingered over the heady combination, drinking her in. Her fingers spasmed on my shoulders, the nails digging through the layers of jacket and shirt to press into the skin beneath. Her body arched, a low moan escaping from her mouth to mine.

Fyodor shifted her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. Ilya traced the line of her shoulder with his lips and set one hand on her thigh. I growled my approval when her weight shifted closer to my cock. Hands fanned along her ribs, I picked her up and guided her pussy over the bulging erection tucked behind my zipper. She sighed and dug her fingers into my hair.

Fyodor continued kissing her neck, then her spine. His hands ran alongside mine until he cupped her ass and squeezed. The motion brought her fully over my dick, and I rolled my hips, enjoying the press of heat seeping through my clothes.

“We will make you come. Many times.” Ilya’s tone promised many things, his words making it true.

“Do you have a favorite way to be pleased?” Fyodor, ever the voice of reason, asked the single question while working his hands along Annie’s ass and back over her shoulders.

I ended the kiss, freeing her mouth to respond.

She licked her lips, the motion drawing all of our attention to her adorable mouth. “I’m not sure what I like. I’ve never been in a situation like this.”

My brain scrambled at that information. “You have had sex, yes?”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” She wiggled on my lap, her body searching for relief from the desire dilating her pupils until they burned out the green color in her irises. “But this is… different.”

“Then we will learn together.” I slid my hand between us, cupping her pussy in my palm and allowing one finger to glide beneath her panties and into her heated folds. “You are wet for us. That’s good. Very good.” We had all night, and as long asAnnie remained willing, we would teach her many, many things about pleasure.

3

ILYA

Istruggled to remember a time when I wanted a woman this much. The passion building in my chest and swelling my cock to a massive size threatened to obliterate any shred of self-control. The woman we’d bid on contradicted herself, and I found the unusualness of it captivating. All the women were under the age of twenty-five, but she carried herself with a profound combination of maturity mixed with naivety. Almost as though she carried the weight of the world on her slim shoulders but all from the safe confines of a protective bubble. A woman such as her had never experienced the devastating hardness of this world. She had never seen her loved ones murdered or lived with the knowledge of life and death given and taken away with her own bare hands.

She was fresh and innocent in her way, curious about this new sexual experience and tentative even as she ran her hands across Viktor’s chest and licked her lips while staring at his crotch.

His finger dipped into her, the quiet sound of penetration mingling with her guttural moan.

I brushed my palm over her pert nipple, causing her to buck onto Viktor’s hand. He nodded at me, his teeth peeled back from his lips in a victorious snarl. “You like that?”

I repeated the motion, bending to take the nipple between my teeth when she arched into my hand, giving me full access to her luscious tits. The hardened nipple curled tighter, the rosebud puckering as though begging to be sucked harder.

Viktor’s interest in the woman further piqued my own intrigue. He’d offered to let her walk away, something he’d never have even considered in any aspect of his life, much less once a contract was signed. And with a woman we all wanted so badly, we’d offered a ridiculous sum of money… it was unheard of.

“I can’t…” Annie’s mouth closed, her face twisting. “What are you doing?”

“I think it’s quite obvious.” Fyodor chuckled his rich baritone and slid his hand down her ass, joining his fingers with Viktor’s. “We are preparing your body for us.”

“But, you could just…” She rose onto her toes, her head falling back. “I thought you’d already be fucking me by now.”

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