Page 25 of Room Nine: For Their Eyes Only

There will never be anyone else.

“Andrei!” she howls as her hips jerk against my face, and I lap harder, devouring her glistening cunt like a man who hasn’t feasted in years.

I bury my face between her legs, tonguing her pussy, stroking her clit, suckling that bundle of nerves until she cries out and begs for more.

“I’m so close, Daddy. I’m going to make a mess,” she whines, twisting into the sheets as she clutches my hair, pushing me down as she falls into an ocean of bliss.

“Come on Daddy’s face, mark my beard with your honey, baby girl. Let everybody know I’m yours.”

“Yes, Daddy!” Her head falls back, and her trembling thighs tighten around my face.

I’m not smitten. I’m in love. Desperately, madly in love, I don’t know what to do when she finds out the truth.

Behind me, Vadim releases an audible groan and leaves his place at the foot of the bed, crawling onto the mattress to be near our girl. Vivi welcomes him, circling her arms around his neck as his lips crash into hers. While they kiss, I lap up every ounce of her arousal, feeding on her nectar until the scent of her climax obliterates my patience.

Vadim unzips Vivi’s dress and pulls it over her head. She isn’t wearing a bra, and the sight of her naked breasts makes Viktor crack. He quickly undresses, tossing his jacket, pants, and shirt onto the floor. I don’t notice him come closer until his mouth is wrapped tightly around her nipple. Everyone is on her. All of us at once. Vadim and Vik take turns kissing her, kneading her breasts, and driving her into a fit of ecstasy before the last wave of her climax comes crashing down.

This poor girl doesn’t know what she’s signed up for. She doesn’t know what monsters she’s created.

I position myself between Vivi’s legs and lift one ankle to my shoulder, giving my brothers room to have their way while allowing me full access to her slick pussy. I swipe her clit with my thumb and sink two fingers inside her, priming my path, opening her up for fear I’ll hurt her.

I slip inside her, holding my turgid cock at her entrance, waiting for her to look into my eyes before I claim every inch of her tight pussy. “Do you want me, baby girl? Do you want your daddy to take you first?”

Our eyes lock, and she mouths the word yes.

That’s all I need.

Chapter18

“Ineed you to come for me, baby girl. I want you to look into my eyes. I want this pussy to weep on my cock. Milk it dry.” Andrei’s baritone does funny things to my heart. His words do nasty things to my body. When he talks like this, I can’t deny him anything.

I nod, unable to speak but dying to proclaim my undying devotion. I know I said this was a one-time thing, but I had no idea I’d feel this way, that sex could feel this good.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” Andrei pets my clit, swirling his fingers across my swollen bud until my eyes hood and my muscles slack, entirely pliable for whatever he wants to do.

“Please...” My mouth is too dry to say more.

He’s taking too long and being far too gentle. He looks worried he’ll hurt me, but I’m so wet and ready, I can feel my arousal slip down my thighs. He won’t encounter any resistance from me.

Hoping to inspire him to let go without openly demanding he fuck me, I wrap her legs around my waist, hitching calves over his hips and tightening my grip, leaving no doubt about what I need.

Andrei doesn’t make me beg. His cock thrusts forward, stretching my vise-like walls with minimal delicacy, bursting through any resistance like a starving man who has just been permitted to eat.

I cry out, my body gripped by pleasure, enslaved by the exquisite way he plays me like a virtuoso.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” I struggle to focus on him, but I don’t look away, keeping my eyes glued even when I can hardly hold them open.

“Tell me what you need, little girl. Daddy wants to make it better,” Andrei growls, his voice low and husky, as he leans forward and seeks the warmth of my embrace. Vadim and Viktor make way, and I extend my arms and wrap them around his neck. I hold him so close I can taste the absinthe on his breath.

He lunges forward and takes my lips, exploring my mouth, deepening our kiss, and feeding our passion. Every kiss fuels my lust and sates the ache in my heart. I don’t want to fall in love with three men. Just hearing the words in my mind makes me feel foolish. How can this ever work?

“You’re ours, baby. You’ll never get away from us.”

Without warning, Andrei clasps his hands around my waist and lifts me into a seated position. I look from side to side, unsure of what’s happening, until he places me on Viktor’s lap. I instinctively fall into his arms, spreading my legs across his thick thighs until I feel his cock slide through my slick folds and nudge my clit.

He’s just as big as Andrei.

It must be a family trait.

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