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Roman scrolled through something on a tablet, Kirill sitting backward in a chair beside him and Maksim talking quietly into his phone. They all stopped what they were doing when I walked in,
Maksim even ended his call before he stood and held out a hand toward me. “The polite thing to do would be to ask if you’re okay, but the look on your face answers that for all of us.”
“Charming, as always.” I managed a tiny smile, my shoulders slumping. “I’m furious at Alina, and I’m relieved Nora didn’t get her heart broken.” I let myself lean into him. “But those feelings are currently losing a battle with how much I want you.” I traced one of the buttons on Maksim’s shirt. “I want all three of you. No hiding in corners.”
He grinned at that and kissed me. “Anything you want.”
“Good.” I took his hand and led him to the adjoining bedroom. “Take off your clothes.”
“My favorite conversation.” Kirill didn’t hesitate, stripping down to bare skin in seconds.
I waited until all three of them stood naked before I pulled off my sweater, bra, leggings and underwear. They watched with rapt attention, hunger growing in their eyes and thickening the air with devastating need. Kirill stepped forward, and I pointed at him. “Stay there.”
He stopped as I sat on the edge of the dresser, spread my knees, and circled my clit with two fingers. Roman cursed, his hands curling into fists before he wrapped them around his cock and stroked hard enough to make my pussy tighten. “Anika.” There was a delicious warning there.
I smiled and purred. “That’s my name, Roman. I thought you might need practice saying it.” I slid one finger inside my pussy, then another. “I want to know whether you can wait for me.”
No one moved. That obedience sent more heat through me than my hand did.
Kirill groaned and fisted his cock. “Darling, I’ve demonstrated remarkable personal growth.”
“Roman. Sit.” I pulled my hand away from my clit and pressed my legs together before I came.
He lowered into the armchair near the window, and I straddled his hard thigh, pointing to the chair arms. “Hands there.”
“You intend to make this difficult.” But he did as I asked.
“I intend to enjoy myself and for you to enjoy it as well.” I rolled my hips, grinding my clit against him. “Think you can manage that?”
“No.” He gripped the arms of the chair until his nails turned white.
The blunt answer made me laugh, and I kissed him while riding his thigh. He didn’t release the chair, even when I bit his lip and cupped his balls, or ran my hands up and down his cock, teasing him with my wetness. “Maksim?”
“Yes?” He panted the word, his forearms flexing as he stroked his dick.
I hummed under my breath and guided the head of Roman’s cock into my pussy. “Ass or mouth?”
All three of them sucked in harsh gasps of air. I sank halfway onto Roman’s cock and stopped, pulsing my hips in tiny bursts as my body stretched around his thick cock. His grip threatened to splinter the chair, and I leaned forward, nipping at his shoulder. “Which will it be? You can let Kirill decide, if it’s too hard for you.”
“Fucking right it’s hard.” Kirill pumped his hand faster, and his cock swelled even thicker.
“Ass.” Maksim groaned. “I want your ass, Anika. Every fucking inch of it.”
“Take it.” I rolled forward, sinking all the way onto Roman and resting my chin on his shoulder. “Kirill?”
“Right here, darling.” He walked behind Roman and laid out his cock like a fucking banquet. “Take whatever you want. As much as you need.”
I kissed Roman’s cheek, nipped his earlobe, then whispered in his ear. “Fuck me, Roman.”
His hands ripped off the chair and landed on my waist in an instant. He lifted me to the tip, then slammed me down, repeating the motion when I gasped. Kirill was there, and I took him into my mouth as Maksim ran his thumb over my ass. He pressed a finger inside and cursed, following it with the head of his cock.
It burned, and I opened my mouth wider, taking more of Kirill and widening my hips to give both Roman and Maksim better access. Maksim worked his way in slowly, inch by delicious, burning inch, until both men were seated inside me.
Kirill massaged my jaw, helping me open for him as he bumped against my gag reflex, then went deeper.
The three of them took over, pumping into me hard and fast, then slow and steady, never letting me adjust to the rhythm before they changed it. The result was an almost instant climax that lingered, sending shock waves up my spine and down my arms. I held onto Roman’s shoulder with one hand and fondled Kirill’s balls with the other, drawing him closer.
They fucked me with complete and utter confidence, building the pleasure until I could barely contain the screams muffled around Kirill’s cock. Now. Now. My body begged for release, and they must have sensed it, because their movements synced, all three of them filling me at once and sending me flying over the edge. My body twitched and spasmed, pure bliss locking me around each of them.
