I let out a small sob.
It just hurt so good, and my brain was nothing more than a hazy, confusing mess. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or keep going.
“Please,” I begged.
He took my lips in a bruising kiss, his lips moving over mine as roughly as his thrusts.
“Damien.”
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel you go out of control beneath my touch.”
My nails dug into his skin as my toes curled on the carpeted floor.
The door to the room opened, and Mikhail walked in. He paused when he found us.
He didn’t say anything, just watched as Damien railed me.
Damien noticed Mikhail, too, because he sat up suddenly, his cock still buried inside me. Like this, Mikhail could see everything. Could see my body, could see Damien’s cock moving inside of me.
Damien pinched my nipples and turned to Mikhail.
“Do you like the view, brother? Do you like it when I fuck our little kotyonok as hard as I am?”
Mikhail adjusted his jeans. “Fuck, yes. She’s tougher than she looks, and she can definitely take the rough treatment.”
“More than that,” Damien said, baring his teeth. “She likes it.”
Damien grabbed my hips and moved me back and forth against him. I covered my face with my arms as I came.
There were no words.
Damien shouted when he followed me, spilling his cum inside me.
I could feel the sticky, warm spurt of his cum as it dripped out of my pussy. I clenched around him, and he let out a low groan.
He pulled out suddenly, and Mikhail sat beside me. I looked at him, watching as he produced a pink stick. He pressed a button and turned it on.
I let out a small groan when I realized what it was.
Mikhail held the vibrator against my pussy while Damien kept my legs spread.
I squirmed, my legs moving, trying to get away, but Damien held firm. I could only lie there while the vibrator worked me over, and the two men I loved looked at me with a dark, wicked look in their eyes.
“Look at how beautifully you’re taking this, kotyonok,” Mikhail said, moving the vibrator up and down my slit.
My hand came down to wrap around his wrist, and he looked at me but didn’t stop it.
I tried to move up to lessen the impact, but Damien’s grip on my thighs tightened.
I threw my head back, letting out a soft moan.
I didn’t know what I wanted to do—push him away or ride this out until I reached my peak of what was sure to be an earth-shattering orgasm—but moments later, I didn’t care when he brought it up to my clit.
I came, my world shattering into a million tiny glamorous specks.
Mikhail turned off the vibrator, and Damien carried me to the bed.
I closed my eyes, and my mouth opened in small pants as I tried to catch my breath. Sweat coated my forehead.