Page 61 of Bratva Daddies for the Single Mom
“Ah, but that rest comes with rather rigorous exercise.” Fyodor chuckled and pulled the blanket from beneath Annie. He tried to bring it up over her feet.
As soon as he let go, she kicked it off and rose onto her knees, gripped the edge of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. “Then I guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.” She wiggled her fingers at Fyodor. “You don’t mind that, do you? You like to watch me play with myself.”
“We have created a monster.” I hooked my hands around her knees and pulled her into my lap.
Her smile made every bad thing that had happened slip into the background of my mind, leaving me to focus on one thing above all others. Making Annie happy.
“I feel fine.” She grabbed my wrist and checked the time. “It’s late and the girls are asleep. I need to feel something other than fear.”
“So you’re using us for our bodies?” Ilya stood and removed his shirt. “Here’s mine. Do what you want with it.”
“We’re yours, Annie. If this is what you need, then this is what we do.” I eased off the bed and removed my shirt. “Tell us what you need.”
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ANNIE
Words of promise and love swirled around me. I concentrated on the three distinct voices that I knew as intimately as my own name. Viktor. Ilya. Fyodor. Memories of our time together, of each man’s presence, clicked in place of Miles and the terror I’d endured. I remembered Viktor and the way he held me so gently. Ilya and his strength that brought fear to anyone but me. Fyodor with his quiet mind and immense need to please. They loved me, accepted me, and wanted me as part of their family.
I’d thought it was nothing more than smoke in the wind, but waking up to their declarations of love proved they were mine.
They surrounded me on the bed, Ilya to my right, Fyodor at my feet, and Viktor on my left. The three most powerful men in Chicago, the leader of the Bratva and his best friends. And they were mine. A fierce need to hold them and love them, to be possessed by them heart, mind, and body drove me to remove the rest of my clothes and crook my finger at Fyodor. “I need you between my legs.”
Without a word, he parted my thighs and eased his face into my folds.
I bucked when he licked me. “I meant your cock.”
He raised his head and grinned that cocky smile. “You didn’t specify, and I desperately need to eat this delicious pussy.” He lowered his head, watching me as he used his tongue, swirling it around my clit.
Okay. Maybe I’d let him continue. Ilya and Viktor closed in from the sides. Viktor leaned over me and bit a nipple while Ilya claimed my mouth. Pleasurable sensations rocketed through my body from every side. Viktor tugged on my nipple with a sudden sharpness that sent a tiny ripple of pain straight to my core and tightened my legs around Fyodor’s head. He responded with a deep thrust of his tongue into my pussy, then replaced it with his fingers and resumed teasing my clit.
Ilya cupped the back of my head and angled my chin up to deepen the kiss. A riot of emotions and sensations amassed deep within me. Relief that they’d forgiven me so quickly mixed with the pleasure from my men and turned my legs soft and languid. They wanted to be fathers to my unborn child. I spread my fingers across Ilya’s thigh and ran them up and over until I found his cock. I pumped my fist up and down, and he rewarded me with a thrust of his hips that matched his tongue against mine. I did the same thing with Viktor, causing him to growl low in his throat. Home. They’d made this place feel like home, and I never wanted to leave. They loved and cared for me in ways I’d never experienced. Not just sexually—though that was a major turn-on—but in other ways that meant as much or more. They protected me. They knew what I needed and were not afraid to give of themselves. That was real love. All three promised I was safe here, and I finally let myself believe and trust that they would not get tired of me and throw me away. I was treasured, and I belonged here.
A warm hand grazed my stomach and flattened over my belly button. Viktor raised his head and stared down at me as Ilyatraced the line of my jaw with his lips. “You are amazing, Annie. Never forget that.”
Fyodor deepened the thrusts with his fingers and sucked on my clit. I toppled over the cliff with all three of them watching, rolling my hips over Fyodor’s fingers and mouth while I jacked my hands up and down on Viktor and Ilya’s dicks.
“I love you. Damn, that feels good. I want more. I want your cocks inside me, buried so deep I feel every inch. I want to come on every fucking one of you. One by one.” I rode the wave of pleasure hard and fast. Fyodor pumped his fingers deeper and growled. “Starting with Fyodor.”
He eased away as the orgasm slowed and settled his palms on either side of my head, his cock nestled at my entrance. “I’m all yours.” He entered in a slow thrust that drove my body into a series of shivers. I used his momentum to stroke the cocks in my hands. Viktor and Ilya never looked away as Fyodor fucked me into an orgasm that made my head threaten to explode. My body shook with the power of it. I hooked my ankles around the backs of his knees and guided him deeper, lifting my hips to meet each thrust until his back arched and he emptied himself deep inside. My pussy undulated around him, taking everything he offered and still I craved more.
It amazed me how different sex was with them. I’d experienced everything from being tied up in a sex swing and fucked blind to this slow and sensual lovemaking. I loved every second of being with them, even without the sex, but I had to admit I loved the way they made me feel when we were together. It was more than fucking, even when we were fucking like animals and swearing like sailors.
Ilya moved higher onto the bed, pulling his cock from my hand and tipping his head to the side. “Do you feel good enough to ride?” He patted his thighs and I straddled his lap so fast my head spun. I ignored the sensation and took him inside me withenough force to slap my tits together. He laughed and palmed my breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling both nipples in opposite directions. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Fuck yes.” I anchored my hands on his chest and rolled my hips to get the full sensation of his giant cock. It still stretched me, but after taking Fyodor, I was more than ready for his girth. My thighs trembled when I lifted fully onto my knees and slammed back onto him. My sensitive clit spasmed at the pressure from his lower abdomen, and the pins and needles sensation prickled across my neck and scalp. “I’m going to come again. Holy fuck, Ilya. Your cock feels so damned good.”
He palmed my breasts and bucked into my thrusts, driving himself so deep my eyes rolled back in my head. “You like my cock, my goddess? Take it. Take all of it in that tight pussy. Squeeze me till I explode inside you.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I gave in to the heat and the explosive nature of my orgasm. My hips widened and I rolled over him. Ilya locked an arm around my waist and sat up. The change in angle spread me so wide I gasped. I had no leverage to move except to dig my heels into the bed and pulse as shocks of pleasure electrified my body.
Ilya bit the curve of my neck and growled out a string of Russian words I didn’t understand.
“Will you teach me Russian?” I asked when my gasping breaths slowed.
He trailed a line of kisses up the side of my neck, cupped my face between his wide palms, and stared into my eyes. “I will teach you anything you desire.”
I kissed him hard and fast, enjoying the way he stroked my body even after we both finished.
