Page 6 of Bratva Daddies for the Single Mom

Annie lifted onto her knees. Her hands trembled as she lifted my cock and nestled it at her entrance. Her hesitation was endearing, her slowness tantalizing. “You’re the biggest man I’ve ever been in bed with.” Her eyebrows drew together. “Body-wise and dick-wise.”

“Good.” I palmed her breasts and settled my hands on her hips. “Then tonight will be unforgettable.”

“No kidding.” The next few inches of my cock slid home. Her pussy tightened, a spasm shaking her body. “I’m going to come before I make it all the way down.”

Grunting, I lifted her and bucked my hips, setting her down hard at the same time so our bodies slapped together, fully seating my cock. She was ready for me. I’d known she would be after Viktor and the vibrator. Nothing prepared a woman for me like that combination. My toes curled, a shudder razing my spine. I lifted her again, taking her to the tip of my cock and filling her in steady strokes.

She leaned back and anchored her hands on my thighs, creating a rolling rhythm with her hips that drove my cock so deep I saw stars.

Viktor and Fyodor discussed something at the foot of the bed, probably contemplating our next move with Annie. I stopped listening, stopped giving a flying fuck about anything other than the way she cried out and threw her body forward, planting her hands on my chest and increasing the pace.

I switched to one hand, my strength more than enough to move her slight frame, freeing up a hand to finger her clit. I circled my thumb over the bundle of nerves every time she came down on my cock. Her cries of pleasure built in my ears.

Fyodor leaped onto the bed beside us and guided Annie’s head around, offering his cock to her waiting mouth. She sucked him deep, hollowing out her cheeks. Her hips bucked, her body giving in to the pleasure coursing along every nerve. Her pussy tightened, clenching around my cock in waves as her nails dug into my chest and her lips puckered around Fyodor’s dick.

I withheld my orgasm, years of practice helping me maintain control. When I came inside her, it would be explosive. It was not something I was willing to give this early in the night.

Fyodor didn’t wait for her shudders to cease and at a nod from me, he helped guide her off my cock and over to the wall. He set her in the swing and strapped the leather bands around her wrists and ankles.

“What’s this?” Her head lolled back, followed by her body, the swing taking her weight and putting her in a reclining position.

“This is your next trip to heaven.” I joined Fyodor and Viktor. “You have taken me now, which means you can now take both of them. The swing will help.”

She melted into the swing, jingling a few of the chains so they made a merry sound. “And then I get all three of you? At the same time?”

“If we think you are ready.” I made no promises. We were a lot for any woman, even one at a time.

“Can I suck your dick while they fuck me?”

It startled me to hear the filthy question come from her beautiful mouth. I grinned and strolled over, holding my cock toward her with one hand and palming the back of her head with the other. “Yes, you may.”

“Such a greedy girl.” Fyodor and Viktor moved into position beneath Annie. Viktor stroked a hand down the valley between her breasts. “We chose well.” He drove his cock into her, bliss blanketing his face. Fyodor joined him, the two of them plunging into Annie’s pussy with matching thrusts.

She sucked air around my cock, her teeth raking the sides, followed by the soothing rasp of her tongue and both hands at my base. I bucked in and out of her mouth and hands, using the swing’s momentum to push her onto the twin cocks. We created a rhythm of pleasure that combined with the soft creaks of leather and chains.

I’d accepted that we had just this one night with her, and I vowed to make it a night she would dream about forever.

4

ANNIE

What was happening to me? Sex was fun, even invigorating, but this? I’d never, not even in my wildest dreams, considered something as erotic as having two men inside me at the same time while I gave a third man a blow job. They made me feel sexy as hell, especially when the dark-haired one called me a goddess. The intensity of his gray eyes held me captive every time I looked into them. He spoke with a harshness to his words, a slow and gravelly accent that lingered. I loved it.

I loved every minute of feeling them thrust inside me. I’d come multiple times already, each one harder and more explosive. My body had turned into nothing more than a bundle of sensations. Every touch sensitized a new part of me. This whole thing was surreal. People didn’t do this on the regular. They couldn’t. I’d never leave the bedroom if I knew this waited for me every time.

Maybe I enjoyed it too much.

We’d moved from the swing back to the bed, where the men took turns with me, watching me fall apart, only to remove themselves from my pussy and let the next man have a turn. Myarms and legs shook from back to back orgasms, and I’d stopped being able to hold up my own weight. That didn’t stop them. The big man–I wished I knew their names–helped me roll onto my elbows and knees, my ass in the air.

Callused palms ran across my hips and pulled me flush against a rigid cock. It was the dark-haired one again.

His cock rocked back and forth between my thighs. “Now we all finish.” He entered me in one swift thrust that drove me right to the peak of orgasm. I fisted my hands in the sheets and arched my back, searching for the perfect angle. I’d had them inside me what felt like forever. That couldn’t be possible… right? I stopped trying to figure them out, stopped worrying about anything except the next orgasm. Even the promise of the money they’d paid for tonight ceased to matter. I didn’t know their names and would never see them again after tonight. Why not take advantage of every second? I lost track of who was inside me and gave myself over to the constant stream of pleasure that tore screams from my already shredded throat.

They came inside me, one by one, emptying cocks that had stayed full and rigid for hours.

The black-haired one with gray eyes rested on his back, one arm behind his head. He’d been commanding but gentle, and for some reason, it felt like he had power over the other two.

The dark-haired one with gray at his temples who’d used the vibrator on me when we first started bent over my spine, his hair drifting across my face to mingle with mine. Ah, so they’d both finished. Which meant… my breath hitched with eager anticipation as he pulled out and a heavier body took his place.

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