Page 28 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

I quickened my thrusts while also drawing out to the very head of my cock. “You’ll learn.” I pulled out all the way, then rammed into her, repeating the motion when her eyes rolled back and her pussy squeezed. “Come for me again, then we’re going to tie you to the chair and fuck you with toys until you scream for mercy.”

“Viktor. You’re such a tease.” She smiled up at me, her fingers digging into my hips. “Fuck me harder.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” I withdrew again, and Misha turned off the vibration.

Peyton made a mewling sound and arched toward me. Her nipples pebbled into hard nubs, but she never stopped smiling. “I am. I’m telling you what I want. You gave me my fantasy, and I gave you part of yours. Now I want you to fuck me. I want you to surprise me with something new.”

“That I can do.” I reached between us and wiggled the anal plug, drawing out a loud gasp. I kissed her, swallowing the sound, and spread her legs.

With nothing but the head of my cock seated in her pussy, Leo inserted a thin wand alongside my cock. I pushed both into her, and the vibrations started from both toys.

I broke off the kiss. “This is just the beginning, Peyton. Once you’re ready, once you have the strength to take us all, we’re going to put all of our cocks in here. We’re going to fill you up.” I pushed in slow and steady, keeping her legs wide open. “You have not known pleasure yet, but you will.”

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PEYTON

Wow. I couldn’t form another word beyond that. They were there, swirling around in my head, but I was too deep in my puddle of contentment to even want to try and think. I’d asked for this, and they more than satisfied.

My one remaining brain cell fizzled out as the last echoes of my seemingly continuous orgasms put a delicious ache in my muscles. They fucked like madmen, like this might be the last time they held a woman.

That thing Viktor did with the toys and his dick were amazing. I didn’t think it would get any better than that, but then he really had tied me to a chair and they’d all had their way with me. With toys. Without toys. It was the single most incredible night of my life.

I lay in the center of the playroom bed and stared at the ceiling while the lights turned everything warm.

This had to be a dream. No way this could be real. I tried to remember if I’d ever been this thoroughly satisfied in my entire life.

No. Definitely not.

Nothing came close to the last few hours, and my body would not let me forget anytime soon.

Leo walked toward me, a damp cloth in his hands. He cleaned me up, and I didn’t even have the energy to be nervous about that, either. It simply happened, and I let myself rest.

Viktor sat at the edge of the bed, one hand warm and heavy on my ankle. Misha stretched out beside me, close enough that heat rolled off his body onto mine. He closed his eyes, his breaths evening out.

Sleeping.

God, he was adorable. I couldn’t say that about him when awake, but like this, his lips slightly parted and his exhales caressing my shoulder, I wanted to pull him close and run my fingers through his hair, promising that everything would be okay.

Where did that come from? Misha didn’t need me to fix anything. They were the most powerful men I’d ever met. I didn’t have anything to offer them.

“You’re thinking too much.” Leo returned from the bathroom and sat next to my knees.

“I’m not thinking anything.” The lie came easily because it was mostly true. I was feeling a lot of things, but coherent had vacated the premises. “I’m just…” I gestured, trying to communicate the complexity of my internal state.

Leo smiled and handed me a glass of water. “Drink.”

I did because seeing that glass reminded me how dry my throat had become after so much activity.

Viktor’s thumb made a slow pass across my ankle. The tenderness contradicted his usual low-browed expression, and my stomach coiled into a knot.

Would I ever truly understand them? I’d built tonight up in my head, worrying over how it could go wrong.

It had gone so spectacularly right, I didn’t know where we could possibly go from here.

“You’re too quiet.” Misha’s arm scooped across my waist and hauled me to his side. He nestled in, his chin against my shoulder.

I giggled when the scruff of his beard rubbed the side of my neck. “That tickles.”