Page 38 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

“Yes.” I tried to speak, but his cock filled my mouth, forcing me to garble the word around him. I nodded and closed my eyes. Yes. Please. I should be horrified at the thought. After all, I was the one who’d set up the boundaries they abided by at work.

But the image lodged in my head. I could see myself tucked beneath his desk, his pants unzipped and my mouth doing exactly what he wanted.

A pinching sensation swept over the back of my head.

“My turn.” Misha pulled me off Leo and guided me onto his dick. He feathered his hands through my hair, then gripped the sides of my head and pumped his hips. “I want to come in that filthy mouth. Will you let me do that?” He dragged my mouth off him with a pop.

“Yes. Come in my mouth. Punish me for talking about you.” I shifted my weight.

My breasts grew heavy, my need for them forcing me to squeeze my legs tight as wetness pooled beneath me. “I deserve to be punished. Please.” I opened my mouth for him, one hand lifting to caress his balls.

I’d never touched him like that before. I’d grown more confident over the last few weeks, but some things still made me uncomfortable because I didn’t know if it was acceptable.

Misha cursed and rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over my parted lips. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth.” He stroked deep, and I used my other hand to squeeze the base while my mouth worked him as deep as possible.

I’d told them we would keep things professional at work, and I’d broken the rules.

Now that I had, I was tempted to test my own boundaries. In the time we’d been together, I’d learned to trust them.

They understood my boundaries.

And they knew how far they could push me.

Like tonight. I accepted this position on my knees, letting them do whatever they wanted to me, with me, because I trusted them.

Things would never go beyond my comfort zone, and I could let go of my need to control the situation because they had my back. And my front.

They protected me.

“That’s my girl. Open wide.” Viktor shoved his cock next to Misha’s, tempting me to take both. “Be good for us, and we’ll reward you when we’re done. You remember that toy you like?”

Which one? I wanted to ask. They had so many. I’d gotten a glimpse into the drawer and cabinet on a few occasions, and despite using several, there were even more that I had no idea what they were for. I couldn’t wait to find out.

“I think she’s ready to have someone in that ass.” Leo leaned over me, gliding his cock along the side of my neck. “Who will it be, Peyton? Who gets to be the first one to take your ass?”

I shook my head and sat back. “You decide. I want you to decide everything tonight. The only thing I ask is that you make me scream.”

“Holy fuck.” Misha groaned and sank onto the pillows next to me. “Forget coming in that mouth. I need this.” He ran a hand between my legs and cupped my pussy. “So fucking wet for us. I need it.”

Without so much as a look at anyone else, Misha pushed me onto my back and spread my legs.

I expected him to sink into me, but he brought his face down to the apex of my thighs and took a deep, deep breath.

Then he licked me, taking in all of me in one sweep from his tongue. My hips bucked upward, and he groaned.

“That’s it. Just like that first night. I need you on my face.” He flipped onto his back. “Turn around, Peyton. I want in your mouth.”

Leo and Viktor sank into the chairs beside the bed and stroked their cocks.

“Do as he says.” Viktor’s commanding tone sent me scrambling to obey.

I straddled Misha’s face and bent to lick the head of his cock. He mimicked my action, swiping his tongue along my sex.

His chin pressed into my clit, the short beard scratching just enough to make things interesting.

His arms wrapped around my thighs, pulling me down hard enough to draw out a gasp.

Within minutes, we were locked together, the two of us panting and groaning around the other. I double-fisted his shaft, stroking everything my mouth couldn’t reach.