Page 10 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

“Your fantasy with the feast.” Mikhail spoke slowly, broad hands reaching toward something on the table. “You only spoke of having foods eaten off your body.” He took the lid off one of the silver containers. “Ice cream was one of them.”

“Yes.” I croaked my response when he swung his head around to look at me.

Dark eyes roamed over my body. “Would you like to remove your own clothes or have Leo do it for you?”

Leo? I managed to turn my head enough to catch Leonid’s gaze.

He twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. “Your choice, Peyton.”

“You.” I snapped my mouth shut before I uttered the nickname out loud. I doubted I was allowed to call them anything other than Sir or Mr.

A devastating smile stretched across Leo’s face. He stood, pulling me to my feet.

He gripped the zipper and eased it down my spine, his knuckles rasping over my skin and sending tingles in their wake.

My nipples hardened to the point of painfulness, and I arched my back, resting my head against his shoulder when he slid in behind me and eased the dress down over my shoulders and hips.

The black lace panties did nothing to hide me, and for once, I relished the freedom nakedness brought me.

Mikhail and Viktor watched us with hunger burning in their eyes.

I’d never seen that in real life, only read about it and seen it in movies.

Having that intensity directed at me turned on a boldness I hadn’t expected. I looped my arm over Leo’s neck when he bent to kiss my shoulder.

He cupped my breasts in both hands, kneading them briefly before pinching both nipples.

I gasped and rubbed my ass over his crotch, feeling the thick bulge and almost panting at the size of him.

It would be a stretch to fit him inside, and I could not wait to experience what these men had to offer.

Mikhail dropped his head toward the bed, and Leo guided me in that direction.

“Let’s get you settled so we can begin.” Viktor’s deep voice rumbled, and he prowled toward the bed, his arms full of bowls and containers.

Mikhail reached me first. He scooped a small bite of chocolate ice cream from the bowl and dropped it into my navel.

Before I had a chance to gasp from the cold, he leaned over me and lapped it up, eyes never leaving mine.

I couldn’t help it that my hips bucked off the bed, toward the warmth of his mouth.

His smile, when it appeared, was quite different from Leo’s. It almost looked feral, wild and terrifying. Only… I wasn’t scared.

He lowered his mouth to my stomach and rubbed his chin back and forth. “There was another fantasy. One where you sit on Leo’s face and let him eat you while his favorite song plays. Would you like to add that one?”

“I can do that?” My hands tangled in the silky sheets when Viktor sucked my nipple into his mouth.

Viktor released me long enough to drizzle chocolate sauce over my nipple. “You can have anything you want.” He lowered his head again, nipping at my skin before sucking hard enough to make me see stars.

Leo stretched out on his back beside me. Grinning, he tapped a finger to his lips. “Come sit on my face. Let me taste you.”

Mikhail inhaled, his head dipping lower so that he brushed my inner thigh with his cheek. “You smell divine. So sweet.”

“If we’re combining fantasies…” I hesitated, swallowed hard, then decided I might as well go all in. “If we’re combining fantasies, I want to add in yours, Mikhail.” His first name slipped out on a breath.

I hoped to God I wasn’t wrong about him being the one who had said he’d always fantasized about having a woman give him a blow job while another man made her come.

Mikhail’s smile stretched wider. “Misha.” He rubbed his chin back and forth over my inner thigh, his stubble creating such a contrast that I lifted my hips again. I needed contact, needed pressure and their touch. I needed to be filled, and they were driving me crazy touching me everywhere but where I truly wanted them.