Page 46 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

At a nudge from my foot, she widened her stance, peering over her shoulder at all three of us.

“Can I suck Leo’s cock while you fuck me?” Her voice barely quivered, which I took as a win. She’d become comfortable enough with us to not only talk dirty but to ask for what she wanted.

“Yes.” Viktor eased between her legs and pressed his thumb against her ass.

She gasped, her mouth falling open. Leo took the opportunity to lay out his dick, and she licked his shaft, then bobbed her head over him.

Viktor took his time, pressing harder with his thumb and then the head of his cock.

Her body quivered, goosebumps popping along her shoulders and down her arms.

She grabbed Leo’s cock with both hands, stroking him at the same pace Viktor pumped her ass.

God, they were a sight to behold. I should be jealous. If it was any other woman, I might be, but Peyton belonged to us. I would give her anything as long as she remained ours.

The thought should have alarmed me. Attachment was a liability. Hadn’t I learned that already?

Viktor knew it. Leo did too.

We built our lives around the understanding that emotions got people killed.

Yet here I stood, stroking my cock and watching my brothers ruin a woman I’d known for weeks, already certain I’d burn the world to the fucking ground before I let anything touch her.

Even if that meant watching my brothers fuck her from both ends as I waited. It would be worth it. When they finished with her, she would be limp and incredibly sensitive. And she would fall apart on my cock.

“I wish you could see this for yourself.” I stroked my cock, taking my time and enjoying the show. “When they finish with you, I’m going to take my turn. And I want you sitting up on the desk, your legs wide open for me.”

She made a low sound in the back of her throat, and Leo bucked forward with a curse.

He arched his back. “That’s our girl. I’m going to come in your mouth, Peyton. You feel so good, I’m finally letting you have all of it. Open a little wider for me. That’s my girl.” He worked deep into her throat, the sound of her gagging driving him faster and harder.

Viktor quickened his pace, the two of them pounding into her so hard and fast, her body barely moved from their syncopated rhythm.

All three came at the same time, Viktor slapping Peyton’s ass, the veins in his neck standing taut. Peyton sucked Leo off like she’d been doing it her entire life, her eyes locked on him as pleasure stretched her mouth into a puckered O.

Leo palmed the back of her head, gave one last thrust, and slid free. “Your turn, Misha.”

I did not need him to tell me, but Peyton took it as an incentive to roll onto her back, then sit up.

Her mussed hair haloed her face in a wild tangle, and I buried my hands in the depths, not giving her a chance to catch her breath as I bottomed out in her pussy. “Come for me again. Just for me this time.” I pistoned my hips, filling her completely with every thrust. I did not hold back, did not slow down. I unleashed everything on her, fucking her with all the intensity that burned in my bones.

The desk squeaked as my thighs pounded into the edge, driving Peyton up and down my shaft.

Baring my teeth as the first edge of pleasure crawled up the back of my neck, I palmed her ass, spreading her wider, then clapped my free hand against her clit.

Her eyes shot wide, the first cries of her orgasm throwing her head back.

“That’s it. That’s what we want to see. You came in here asking to be fucked.” I deepened my thrusts, bouncing her tits with a series of clapping sounds. “How does it measure up, Peyton? Did we give you what you want?”

“Yes.” Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Yes. This is what I wanted. And it’s better than I imagined. You fuck like a maniac, Misha. I love it.” She caressed my jaw with her fingertips. “I didn’t know roleplaying could be so fun.”

This, if nothing else, proved she thought our interrogation was all part of a game. She was too innocent, too pure, to imagine the truth of our world. I lived in darkness, my life and skills at the beck and call of the Bratva. My brotherhood.

My cock swelled, my balls tightening. I wouldn’t last much longer, and I needed to make every second count.

Bending at the waist, I hooked Peyton’s legs around my waist and widened my stance.

Every thrust brought us together with a loud slap of flesh on flesh. She held me tight, her breathless whispers almost nonsense in my ears.