Page 90 of Tied to Hope
Rytsar pulled on the leash, saying in his sexy Russian accent, “I am going to eat your pussy, Brianna.”
Her heart started racing, having never heard Rytsar call her by her formal given name. She watched with heightened attention as he settled between her legs and gave her wet pussy a long, slow lick. He looked up at her and vowed. “I’m going to eat you until you cry out to God.”
Brie held her breath as he gripped her buttocks with both hands and buried his face in her mound.
Rytsar swirled his tongue around her clit, and then zeroed in on her most sensitive point, sucking and licking it. Every time the stimulation became too much, he backed off, and her body would start to relax—until he started up again.
Sir took his time worshipping her breasts, tugging and pulling on one nipple while he sucked and licked the other. Both men knew her body so well that every touch, suck and lick brought her closer to climax.
Brie reached down to run her hand over Rytsar’s clean-shaven head just before she threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy.
Rytsar stopped momentary and looked up from between her legs. “I do not give you permission to come.”
Her eyes widened, unprepared for that command. He started sucking her clit with a teasing rhythm while Sir moved from her breasts to her mouth.
Brie had to fight off the delicious heat the Russian was creating in her nether regions. Sir’s gentle kisses contrasted with the intense stimulation Rytsar was creating, and the combination drove her wild.
She moaned louder, squirming against Rytsar’s tongue. She heard his low laughter, just before he made slurping sounds as he took things to another level.
Brie’s moans soon turned into short gasps as her thighs began to shake.
When he suddenly stopped and swirled his finger slowly around her swollen clit, she knew she was going to lose it.
“Oh, God…oh, God…oh, God…Anton…” she whimpered, trying to stop the orgasm.
Rytsar chuckled as he took another lick. Lifting his wet chin from her pussy, he growled. “Come, Brianna.”
She stopped fighting and gave in to the erotic heat he had created. Meanwhile, Sir pressed his lips firmly against hers. Embracing the fire as she tensed for release, Brie let go, crying into Sir’s mouth.
Brie felt like a wet noodle afterward, and lay there in a contented daze.
Rytsar pulled on her leash. “I need more.”
Chills of excitement flowed over her skin as the two men repositioned her.
Brie settled down on Sir’s cock, grinding her sensitive pussy against him, the juicy wet sound of her excitement filling the room.
Sir looked up at her, his eyes searching the depth of hers. “I’m in love with you, Brie.”
She felt chills on hearing those words and their power made her heart race.
In the past, whenever the three of them scened together, they’d never blurred the lines of the power exchange. She was Sir’s téa and Rytsar’sradost moya.
But this…this was intensely intimate on a different level.
Sir pulled her down on him so her chest rested against him. He whispered in her ear, “I know your desires. Even those you are afraid to voice aloud…”
She felt tingles, remembering when he had voiced those words at the cabin.
As if on cue, Rytsar came up behind her, grasping her buttocks as he pressed his cock into her tight ass. She purred as he slipped inside, stretching and opening her body to accommodate them both.
“I want to feel my cock deep inside you, Brianna.”
She moaned, pushing against him in order to take the full length of his shaft. “Oh, Anton…”
When both men began alternating their strokes, she screamed in ecstasy.
Brie always marveled at how these two men could play with her so seamlessly. It was as if they were as connected to each other as they were to her. There was never a missed step or an awkward moment whenever they scened as a threesome.
