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Rytsar let out a low growl. “I’m going to pump my seed deep into your pussy when you do.”
Brie whimpered, her orgasm building to dangerous levels.
Sir responded by smacking her on the ass. The sexy sound of it echoed throughout the room, turning her on even more.
Rytsar groaned as he thrust his hips upward, forcing his cock all the way into her pussy as he gripped her ass. “Are you ready to be thoroughly fucked?”
Brie bit her lip and nodded.
The Russian pulled her down so that her torso lay on his chest while Sir repositioned himself behind her for deeper penetration. Brie screamed the first time they each gave her a full stroke in tandem. It was almost too much, but Sir commanded huskily, “Give in to it, téa.”
Sir ramped things up, coordinating his thrusts with Rytsar’s, as they released their passion on her body. Soft mews escaped Brie’s lips as the exquisite sensations they were generating took control of her body—each thrust bringing her a symphony of pleasure.
Rytsar growled hoarsely, “Come for my cock,radost moya.”
With her pussy stretched unnaturally tight by the two men, the pulsing sensation when her orgasm took hold was far more intense—and the rush of it heightened her senses.
Both men cried out as they followed her orgasm with their own, pumping her hard as they each came.
Pure submissive bliss…
Sir pulled out first and lay beside her while Brie continued to rest her cheek on Rytsar’s chest, listening to his heart beat rapidly. She was enjoying the stillness, floating in the unique subspace their dual penetration had evoked.
Sir’s lusty groan, coupled with a slap on the ass, caused her pussy to start pulsing and she milked Rytsar’s spent shaft with one last orgasm. Afterward, Sir pulled her to him and kissed her.
Wrapping his arms around Brie, he nuzzled her neck, holding her captive in his embrace. “I love you.”
Her heart fluttered whenever he said those three words.
“This Russian loves you, too,radost moya,” Rytsar stated, gazing at her with those intense blue eyes. “And I am about to show you how much…”
He got up from the bed and Brie watched as Rytsar opened his toy chest and went through it. He meticulously laid out each item one by one in a neat row on his dresser—a set of nipple clamps, a pair of cuffs, a bejeweled butt plug, a spreader bar, and his wicked cat o’ nines.
Brie stared at the array of tools, her heart beating faster.
Sir leaned over and nibbled her ear. “Téa, are you ready for our next round?”
Oh, yes…please.
Brie headed back to Rytsar’s bedroom after finishing Hope’s early morning five o’clock feeding, wanting to sleep a few more hours. She was thoroughly exhausted after yesterday’s energetic play session.
She noticed Rytsar was missing from the bed when she entered the bedroom, but the bathroom door was slightly ajar.
Naturally curious after spotting a glimpse of him, she walked closer to peek through the doorway.
Rytsar stood at the sink with a towel wrapped around his waist as he shaved his head. He was so focused on the task that he didn’t notice her standing there.
His movements were slow and meticulous as he dragged the razor over his scalp and cleaned off the blade before making another pass.
The entire time, he stared intently into the mirror as if he were seeing someone. Brie imagined it must be Tatianna, and tears came to her eyes.
She suddenly understood that ever since Tatianna’s death, Rytsar started each day like this, shaving his head in mourning of her.
The thought of that caused a painful lump in her throat.
His love for Tatianna continued to burn bright despite all the years that had passed since her death.
After Rytsar finished, he wiped his clean-shaven head with a hand towel, then stared at the mirror for a moment before leaning forward to whisper something.
