Page 158 of Born in Depravity

I leaned my head back, breathing out harshly, and watched Mikhail pleasure himself while Nikolay rammed two thick fingers inside me.

He moved in rhythm with Mikhail’s strokes.

He was handling himself harder than I thought he should, but he seemed to like it, based on his breathing and the soft groans that came out of his lips every once in a while.

My legs burned from being held in the same position for so long, but I knew Nikolay wanted me to keep them there. He pulled out of me, dragging out a line of my arousal that coated his fingers.

I looked down and let out a small whimper while Nikolay growled. Mikhail moved faster, getting to his tip, and squeezing a bit, some precum making its way out.

Nikolay pulled my leg up even further and cupped my ass cheek. He squeezed once before moving his hand in my crease.

Oh. God.

“This is mine,” Nikolay said roughly.

“Yeah?” Mikhail responded, looking intently at what Nikolay was doing. I could only lie there, trying hard not to lose it.

“Yeah,” Nikolay said. “You got her first kiss. Damien claimed her pussy first, so this ass is mine. I’m going to fuck it one day, aren’t I, princess?”

I turned my head and met his bright green eyes. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to that, and moments later, it didn’t matter, because Nikolay was moving his hand again.

I moaned and Mikhail's big, beautiful body shook in front of me.

“Fuck, Nico. I can just see how our little princess would be with you taking her ass,” Mikhail said through gritted teeth.

Nikolay took my earlobe between his teeth as roughly played with my clit. My back arched.

Close.

So close.

“Mikhail is going to come, baby. I want you to watch him.”

My eyes opened and I watched just as Mikhail shouted and lost control. He aimed toward my body, and I felt something warm and sticky splatter across my middle.

Nikolay moved faster against my clit before pulling away and slapping my pussy three times.

I came on a loud moan.

I could hear Nikolay mutter a small “Fuck,” as he continued to rub at my clit, prolonging the orgasm.

I squirmed and thrashed, trying to get away from him when it got to be too much, but Nikolay held me still and continued.

A second orgasm hit me. It wasn’t as strong as the first, but just as mind-blowing.

I opened my eyes when Nikolay stopped rubbing my clit, though he didn’t move his hand away.

“Just as I predicted,” he said softly against my ear. “Fucking drenched.”

I would blush if I could muster up any sense of self-consciousness.

Mikhail had a weird look in his eyes when he said, “Time to clean up.”

He leaned down to take me from Nikolay’s hold, and I swore I felt the other man tighten his arms around me.

Mikhail looked at Nikolay questioningly before Nikolay let me go and Mikhail picked me up.

I buried my face in his neck, completely, utterly spent.

Before we got back to the room, I turned and looked at Nikolay. He was watching us with a confused expression on his face.

---