Page 7 of Bratva Daddies for the Single Mom

So I did know them apart. I might not have names, but I knew who was last, the blond man, the one with the massive cock.

He entered me in a slow thrust that pushed my face into the sheets. I turned my head to the side and breathed in raggedgasps through the constant pleasure he demanded of my body. He grunted, large hands locked onto my hips. It was a deep, primal sound of hunger and possession, and I discovered that I enjoyed dragging that need from him. I tightened my core and met his thrusts.

“Ah, she has found a new sense of enjoyment.” Mr. Gray Eyes relaxed fully, his smile both beautiful and devastating. “You are a treasure, little goddess.”

“You are a marvelous fuck.” The man inside me pounded harder, deeper, faster. “Come for me one more time.”

I did as he commanded, the world shattering around me with such intensity I nearly blacked out. My vision swam with black dots, the room coming back into focus with each blink and throat-scorching breath.

He rolled us both onto our sides, one thick arm draped over my ribs. He fondled my breast, giving it an affectionate squeeze before withdrawing his cock. Standing, he scooped me into his arms and carried me into the attached bathroom. All three of them helped clean me up, then themselves. By the time my brain caught up and I had control of my limbs again, they’d sat me on one of the leather chairs and were helping me back into my dress. “We have arranged a ride for you. They will take you anywhere you wish.” Mr. Gray Eyes knelt in front of me and slid my feet into my heels. I had the sudden impression that he never knelt, not for any man, yet he did so for me.

It was an intoxicating thought, one that I shoved to the back of my mind. These amazing, experienced men–who had to be almost twice my age based on the graying hair and lines around their eyes–had given me a night I’d never forget. I tried to thank them. My mouth moved, but I couldn’t get the words to emerge.

They stood before me, three enigmatic and gorgeous men. All three smiled. “It has been our pleasure.” The one with gray at his temples motioned toward the door. “Please be safe.”

“You will collect your money at the door.” Mr. Gray Eyes held my gaze, his own full of things I had no words to describe.

I shivered in my skimpy dress, curious what awaited me on the other side now that I’d completed my part of the bargain. It felt less like a trade, considering how much pleasure they’d given me, but I wasn’t about to complain. I gave them one last sweeping look, followed by a smile.

“I’m not sure whether I should shake your hands, hug you, or just walk away. Kind of feels like there should be more to a goodbye after the things we did.” I looked pointedly at the bed behind them, the sheets rumpled and pillows scattered.

“Nothing else is required.” The big blond one stepped forward. “But I never turn down a hug from a beautiful woman.” He held his arms wide, and I locked my hands behind his back, giving him a tight squeeze. The other two followed, and I almost asked to stay a little longer. Knowing my daughters needed me and that Tina would be waiting for me drove me out the door and down the hallway now lit with bright fluorescent lights. I followed the signs leading to a small room where a woman handed me the contraceptive pill, watched to make sure I swallowed it, then handed me a bag.

The weight of it pulled at my shoulder when I slung the strap over my chest, causing the thick canvas to thump against my hip bone. I didn’t have to ask what the bag contained. My money. I’d expected a check, but remembering all I’d heard and seen last night, cash wasn’t a complete shock. The woman handed me a slip of paper and pointed at a black door with a push bar across the middle. “Your car is waiting.”

My car. Right. They’d gotten me a ride home. I opened the door and stepped into the bright light of morning. Sounds rushed in, cars screaming down the busy roads, people shouting from around the corner as they hurried to their jobs. Chicago’s heartbeat pulsed in the cacophony that ricocheted in my ears. Itossed my head back and breathed in the bitter, acrid taste of my city. Time to get back to the real world.

The car waiting for me was a gray Bentley. An older gentleman with a handlebar mustache and a thick Russian accent took my instructions and zipped into the line of traffic. I closed my eyes and relived the night in minute detail until the car screeched to a stop fast enough to throw my body forward. I slammed my palm into the back of the seat to keep from breaking my nose and blinked blearily at the coffee shop sign flashing outside. It had been tempting to give the man my home address, but I’d resisted, anxious to maintain the promised anonymity. “Thank you.” I wiggled from the car as quickly as my aching body allowed, wincing at the burn of abused muscles.

The man pulled away from the curb with a grunt. I waited until he turned the corner before I set off for my apartment two blocks away.

Tina leaped up from the small couch in the center of our living room the instant I opened the door. The bag of money thudded to the floor. “Oh, my God. You have to tell me everything. Are you okay? Was it fun?” She grabbed my hands and led me to the couch, pushing me down and flopping onto the cushion beside me. Her black hair boasted navy blue streaks, and she wore her usual home attire of black leggings with an old band T-shirt ripped at the shoulder to expose her bare skin.

I tucked my feet beneath me, curling into a tight ball to help ease the throbbing aches from prolonged sex. “It was… amazing.”

Tina’s eyes widened, her blue eyeshadow framing her thick lashes. “Really? Tell me everything. I mean it.” She held up a warning hand. “I’ll know if you’re holding back.”

“Well.” I cleared my throat and reached for the glass of water sitting on the scratched up coffee table. The soothing bliss ofcool liquid slid down my throat, and I gulped the whole glass before I continued. “Why haven’t you ever done it?”

She lifted a shoulder and let it fall. “I’ve thought about it. Maybe I will. Next time.”

“It was incredible.” I blinked away visions of the three men. “Like really, really incredible. They were amazing.”

“They?” Tina grabbed my arm, her blue painted nails denting my skin. “Annie, don’t tell me you had more than one guy? Oh. My. God. Details.” She released me and made circular motions with her hands like she was trying to scoop the air into her mouth. “Talk.”

I looked around our shabby apartment, a grin crawling out, stretching so wide my face hurt. “Three men. They paid an exorbitant amount. I’ve never seen that much money in one place.” I pointed at the bag. “I’m not even sure how to process that much cash.”

“Yeah, money. Great.” Tina grabbed my hands. “What about the sex? You look satisfied. But was it really that good? What did you have to do?”

Heat swept into my face and down the back of my neck. It wasn’t because of what I’dhadto do but because of what I hadwanted.I’d begged them to fuck me. Begged them to use everything in that room on me. I’d had multiple dicks inside me at the same time. How did I even start to explain how erotic it all was?

“Oh, girl.” Tina’s eyes widened. “You did it all, didn’t you?” She leaned forward, staring into my eyes. “All three, at the same time? Did they all fit in your pussy or did you take one in your ass?”

Okay, so maybe it wouldn’t bethathard to tell Tina the dirty details. I grinned and started at the beginning, painting her a vivid description of every dick and every position we’d tried.

Her eyes grew so wide I worried her eyeballs would pop right out of the sockets. By the time I finished, she’d sat back into the opposite corner of the couch, holding a pillow over her stomach. “Damn. I’m going to need a few minutes with my vibrator after hearing all that. You’re lucky as shit, you know that? I mean, I knew you’d have a good time. I’ve never heard anyone complain about their night, butdamn.” Her head lolled back and she sighed. “And they were hot too. Extra lucky.”

“Is it awful that I’m still attracted to them?” I picked up a second pillow and buried my face in the fabric, talking in a muffled whisper. “I’m sad it was anonymous.”

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