Page 19 of Bratva Daddies for the Single Mom

Viktor claimed her lips in a fierce kiss. She sighed and traced the length of his arms with her palms until she reached his shoulders. Once there, she held onto his neck and stood on her tiptoes.

Ilya shifted behind her, moved her hair off her neck, and kissed the soft curve of her shoulder through her white shirt.

I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. I took up a spot on Annie’s left side and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her hip closer.

11

ANNIE

It should have been too much. Having all of their hands on me, Viktor’s mouth on mine, and the anticipation of what was to come, it should have overwhelmed me. Instead, the only word beating through my mind wasmore.More of them, more touches, caresses, kisses. Just… more. It was like I’d been dying and they offered me a chance at life. I clung to Viktor. God, I loved knowing his name. It beat a refrain in time with every heartbeat.

His tongue swept into my mouth and a low growl rippled between us.

Fyodor held my hips, his cock rubbing my side and his fingers dipping beneath the band of my skirt. “I want to taste you.”

I was already dripping wet, had been since Viktor told me they’d been looking for me all this time. The rawness in him matched the desire inside me. I’d never been this comfortable with a man before, much less three at once. Their passion intoxicated me, making me drunk on power and need. I was a hypocrite. I’d turned down one man’s advances, only to crumblewithin seconds of Viktor’s heated words. He made it impossible to say no.

Ilya kissed a line down my spine, tugged my shirt free from my skirt, and lifted it to reveal my back. A shifting of weight, a slight movement, and a hand across my lower belly sent heat pooling in my core. I tightened my hold on Viktor as Fyodor slid a finger inside me.

He pulsed it in and out, then raised it to his mouth and licked it clean. “You taste like home.” His eyes shuttered closed a brief second before flaring wide again.

Viktor broke off the kiss and swept me up into his arms. He carried me to the folding table and set me down on the edge. “We will all taste you.” Without another word, he tore my panties off with a savage yank that shredded the material and buried his head between my legs, bunching my skirt up around my waist.

Ilya and Fyodor stroked me. Ilya concentrated on my breasts while Fyodor traced my clit with his finger. Viktor plunged his tongue inside my pussy and forced my legs wider.

My feet left the floor, Fyodor settling my thighs across Viktor’s shoulders and leaning me back against Ilya’s chest.

This was why I found it impossible to keep saying no. My attraction to all three of them, combined with their desire for me, pushed me to agree to this. It wasn’t difficult. Knowing how hard I’d come thanks to them, I wanted more.

Ilya cupped my breasts, his thumbs stroking my nipples. How did hands that had broken bones turn so soft and careful? My chest hitched. A breath lodged in my throat. Ilya’s violence in the office at Signature Concrete was as real as the man whispering in my ear. Both belonged to the strong body and quiet mind that possessed my dreams and brought my passion to new heights. Which was real, the passion or the violence?

Viktor gripped my thighs, holding them apart. His tongue stroked deep, and I bucked into his mouth when Fyodor pressedthe pad of his thumb into my clit and circled it, creating the perfect amount of pressure.

Ilya tipped my head back and kissed me, taking my moans into his mouth and giving my breast a pinch to push me over the edge. I came on Viktor’s tongue with a savage fury that blasted through my entire body.

Viktor pulled away, wearing a smile and my juices on his face.

Fyodor took his place. His thick tongue swiped along the seam of my folds, licking up the remains of my cum. He sucked my clit and thrust two fingers into my pussy, groaning when my walls immediately fluttered and seized. We found a rhythm, my body arching onto his hand and mouth and his fingers and tongue rising to meet my thrusts.

“That’s it, Annie. Give Fyodor your cum as you did me. It is ours.” He leaned across Fyodor and anchored his palms on either side of my hips. “All of this is ours.”

I should be appalled at the possessiveness.

Ilya released my mouth, and the only thing I managed to say was, “Please.”

Viktor’s mouth split into a pleased smile. “You wish to have more of us?”

I nodded, my body already primed and ready to take their cocks and give me the pleasure I’d never experienced until I found them. When we were together, nothing else mattered. They focused on me, on my pleasure, to the exclusion of everything else. My pregnancy gave me a momentary pause. I should tell them. Now wasn’t the right time. Nothing killed a passionate moment like the ‘oh, by the way, I’m pregnant’ speech. If I was only going to have this one more time, I wanted all of it.

Fyodor added another finger to my pussy.

“Come once more for Fyodor, then for Ilya. After that, we will take you with our cocks.” Viktor stroked himself, his blue eyes melting into liquid pools as he watched me grind my hips over Fyodor’s face. There was no place for shame, only pleasure. I bucked and twisted, the power of my orgasm locking my hands on the back of Fyodor’s head. He stayed with me through every shuddering, cataclysmic second.

A knock bounced off the door behind Viktor, followed by a muffled voice. “Mr. Petrov? Sir? Your next appointment has arrived.”

“Tell them to fucking reschedule,” Ilya growled into my ear. He nibbled the lobe. “We have other priorities.”

Fyodor stood and straightened his jacket, then adjusted his pants. His erection bulged through the pants, and I licked my lips in anticipation of having it inside me. Their respect and flirtations combined with their deeply passionate natures until it created a perfect storm for me. A perfectly sexual experience I might never get tired of.

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