Page 11 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

Did they know that? Were they teasing me on purpose?

Then again, I had a wide open opportunity to have Leo’s mouth on my pussy. I eyed him, checking his expression. “Are you sure?”

“I do not say things I do not mean.” He tapped his mouth again. “Sit on my face, Peyton.”

“Do it.” The command in Viktor’s voice snapped through the room. He scooped a hand behind my head and half lifted my torso from the bed. “We are here to please you. To make your fantasies come true. Have you changed your mind?”

I shook my head.

“Then why do you hesitate?” Confusion flashed over his face.

I only recognized it because of the question. How did I tell this gorgeous man who had no idea what it felt like to be told he could not enjoy normal things because of his size that I was afraid I’d suffocate his friend and business partner?

Viktor’s large hand framed the back of my head, and he leaned in close enough to whisper into my ear. “You need not fear, Peyton. Whatever it is you are afraid of, there is nothing to fear. We will not hurt you. We are only here to please you. Leo has spoken of this night for weeks. He has dreamed of this moment, but he will not demand anything of you.”

“I want to.” I gripped his shoulders and held on. He was so strong, so powerful, that my fears disappeared.

“Good girl.” The low praise shot straight to my pussy. Well fuck. I had a thing for praise, apparently. “And you were right about Misha. He was not certain about sharing at first, but after that first conversation with you, he was not about to miss out.” He helped me onto my knees and over to Leo.

Misha had moved while Viktor helped me through my momentary crisis, and he now sat at the head of the bed, completely naked.

I’d thought Leo’s cock felt massive against my ass, but the sight of Misha started a tingle on the back of my neck. He was going to feel so good inside me.

I settled on Leo’s face, a second of doubt disappearing the instant he gripped my thighs and pulled me all the way down until his nose pressed into my clit. He slid his tongue up, then down.

“Oh.” I couldn’t hold myself up. It felt too good. My body bowed forward, and Misha was there to catch me.

Music played, a low, pulsing orchestra that caressed my skin with dulcet tones. Leo timed his tongue to the music, pushing it into me and retreating.

I wrapped a hand around the base of Misha’s cock and lowered my head. He tasted like salt and musk, the smell of his skin and our combined arousal thickening the air.

The four of us had talked for weeks, sharing our favorite hobbies alongside our fantasies. They knew more about me than anyone. I’d told them how I wanted to be touched, the things I’d always wanted to do, and they’d listened.

Viktor trailed his hands down my arm and around my jaw. “Come, take a bite.” He pulled me off Misha’s cock and held out a strawberry. His eyes glittered. “Bite.”

I opened my mouth and sank my teeth into the juicy berry.

He nodded his approval. “Good. Now suck Misha’s cock.”

The casual way they spoke about all this took away the last of my reservations.

“What do you like, Misha?” I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked.

He groaned and fisted his hands in my hair. “I like hearing you say my name before you blow me.” He pulled my head up gently, the tug on my hair barely stinging. “But I am not the one with a control kink. That is Viktor.”

“I noticed that.” I shot a look at Viktor. “Is that why you keep telling me what to do?”

“Yes.” His face twisted. “I try to keep it pushed down, but seeing you like this…” He motioned at me.

Leo slid two fingers into my pussy and pumped them deep. Before I even had a chance to gasp, he latched onto my clit and sucked.

“Oh.” Fuck. God, he felt good. I moaned and stopped trying to hold my body still. Pleasure crawled through my veins, up my spine, and sent tingles across the back of my head. “What do you want me to do, Viktor?”

A low, almost angry sounding growl parted his lips as they pulled back from his teeth. “Damn it, Peyton, I am trying to be a gentleman.”

“Don’t.” I groaned and rode Leo’s face, my vision blurring when I blinked. “Please, Viktor. Tell me what to do. I have enough gentlemen in my life. I need you to be real.”

“Fuck.” He tore a hand through his hair. “Widen your legs. Sit down harder on Leo.” He waited for me to comply. “Yes. Just like that. Now, take Misha’s cock into your mouth. Deep. I want you to gag on him.”