Page 48 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

The hell with that. I lifted onto my knees to take him deeper and thrust two fingers into my pussy.

It wasn’t enough to get me off, but it helped with the aching emptiness.

“Peyton.” My name was a harsh rasp in the back of his throat. “Damn it all to hell and beyond. I’m tempted to make you live under that desk.” He pushed his dick deeper into my mouth, his fingers moving to cradle my jaw. He rubbed small circles there, the pressure easing the ache of unused muscles learning how to stretch.

I sucked harder, wrapping my lips tight around the head of his cock and running my tongue over the deep slit, then around the bulbous tip.

Viktor grunted and yanked me up by the hair, driving me to straddle his lap. He shoved my dress up around my hips and pushed my panties aside.

My head fell back when he entered me, filling me so completely, I almost came on that first thrust.

“You are the most intoxicating thing in the world.” Viktor buried his face between my breasts, almost tearing the straps on my dress in his frantic need to bare my skin.

I’d chosen the dress for this very reason. Easy access, and it didn’t wrinkle.

I rolled my hips over him. “Make me come, Viktor. Please.”

This wasn’t the first time we’d been in this position. Just yesterday, Misha had trapped me in the bathroom and fucked the living hell out of me against the locked door.

The day before, Leo followed me into the storage room, and we’d made out for half an hour before he gave in and let me ride him. Right there on the floor.

My knees still ached a bit from that, but again. Worth. It.

I leaned away from Viktor, resting my spine against the edge of his desk. My legs splayed on either side of his, and he dragged his tongue over my nipple while driving into me.

I fisted both hands in his hair. I’d learned he didn’t just like to have control. He liked it when I got a little rough with him too. I tugged his mouth to my other nipple and gave myself over to the sensations rolling through me. I kept waiting for it to lessen, for the sex to become something I could live without.

If anything, the opposite happened. The more we were together, the more I wanted.

I cried out as the orgasm slammed into me with the force of a wrecking ball.

Viktor stood, carrying me up with him, and pushed me onto his desk. I’d barely taken a breath when his thrusts turned savage, punctuated by a grunt every time his balls clapped my ass.

More of this seemed impossible.

Hot breath rushed over my neck. Viktor braced his weight on one hand beside my head, the other gripping my hip. He shuddered, his eyes slanting closed for a heartbeat before he straightened. “Just a prelude until tonight.” He kissed me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and sealing his words with a promise.

This was how it had been for the last week. They stole moments individually throughout the day, then claimed me together at night.

Their possessive, single-minded devotion was almost overwhelming, but I’d learned there was also a thrill to it.

I’d never been so exhausted, but I still could not get enough. Every time I even thought about taking a night and going home instead of to their penthouse, I immediately scratched the idea.

Viktor helped me to my feet and straightened my dress, then his pants, tucking himself away.

Until later.

The craving for them that had started weeks ago flamed higher with every passing day.

Even now, moments after being so wrapped up in pleasure I could barely think straight, I was tempted to check in on Misha next. See if he needed anything.

Tonight. I could make it until tonight.

I ran my fingers through my hair, taming the waves on my way to the door. “Have a good evening, Sir.”

Viktor winked at me as the door closed, then sat and scooted closer to his computer.

I, meanwhile, barely managed to form a complete sentence for the next few hours.