gasps as the overstimulation built a raging fire within her. Without warning, her body exploded in fierce rhythmic waves as she gushed in watery release.
“Fuck, that was a good one,” Sir commented, pulling out to look at her still-dripping pussy.
“Again,” Rytsar demanded.
Brie whimpered as they started up again, increasing the tempo as they got her close to the edge. She threw back her head and screamed the second time her pussy rushed with her come.
She couldn’t stop trembling after the second orgasm, her mind and body shocked by the intensity of it.
“One more time?” Sir asked.
“I can’t…”
Rytsar insisted, “One more.”
This time they did not slowly build up the tempo, but started off fast and furious. The sound of skin against skin filled her ears and Brie saw stars when she climaxed the third time, covering both men in her sweet-smelling release.
“Good girl,” Sir praised, collecting her limp body in his arms and pressing her back against his chest. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her sweaty skin as Rytsar played with her breasts, pulling and tugging on her erect nipples.
“And now we will be gentle,” Sir whispered gruffly.
He lightly pushed her down onto Rytsar’s chest and the two began thrusting slowly. Their hands explored her body as they stroked her with their cocks, but they were so tender in their taking of her that it felt as if they were making love.
As Rytsar leaned up for a kiss, Brie was caught by the openness in his gaze. This was the man not the sadist who was being intimate with her. Sir lay down on top of Brie as the two men finished off, Rytsar biting her neck on the left as he bit her on the right. In that delicious moment, she felt both men come inside her.
It was then that Brie realized Sir had carefully orchestrated this intimate moment between them and her heart overflowed with love.
A Call for Help
I t was with regret that Sir and Brie left Rytsar at the cabin that evening. As they pulled away, the Russian Dom pointed to the swing set.
Brie grinned while waving both her hands back and forth in a gesture of no.
“Why is there a swing set at the cabin?” Sir asked her.
Brie giggled. “Well, Sir, that’s for the baby he thought we had.”
“Good Lord.”
Brie threw Rytsar one last kiss, then snuggled up to Sir in contented silence as he drove them back to Moscow.
“I assume you want children,” he stated just as the Moscow lights appeared on the horizon.
She looked up at him in surprise and smiled. “I do, Sir. When we’re ready.”
He let out a prolonged sigh, which frightened her a little.
“You want kids, don’t you, Sir?”
He turned to her. “I’m not fit to be a father.”
“Of course you are!” she assured him, squeezing Sir’s arm.
“Hell, Brie, I struggle enough with you. What child needs an emotionally distant father?”
“No parent is perfect, Sir, but you have a good heart. That’s all a child needs.”
He chuckled sadly. “If only it were that simple.”
“I firmly believe a child created in love is blessed.”
Sir shook his head. “Are you forgetting my mother?”
“No. I can never forget all you’ve suffered. However, I’m selfish when it comes to you.” Brie kissed Sir on the cheek. “If your parents hadn’t fallen in love, I wouldn’t be so deliriously happy now.”
“To be honest, the idea of children scares me, Brie. It scares Durov too, which is why he wants us to have one so he can be an uncle but not endure any of the complications of parenthood.”
“Sir, I think it’s normal to be unsure whether you’ll be a fit parent or not. All we can really do is strive not to repeat the mistakes of our parents, but hold on to the things they did right.”
“So you’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?”
She shook her head, giggling. “No, it was only Rytsar’s incessant baby talk that had me pondering it.”
“But you definitely want children.”
“Yes.” She laid her
“Fuck, that was a good one,” Sir commented, pulling out to look at her still-dripping pussy.
“Again,” Rytsar demanded.
Brie whimpered as they started up again, increasing the tempo as they got her close to the edge. She threw back her head and screamed the second time her pussy rushed with her come.
She couldn’t stop trembling after the second orgasm, her mind and body shocked by the intensity of it.
“One more time?” Sir asked.
“I can’t…”
Rytsar insisted, “One more.”
This time they did not slowly build up the tempo, but started off fast and furious. The sound of skin against skin filled her ears and Brie saw stars when she climaxed the third time, covering both men in her sweet-smelling release.
“Good girl,” Sir praised, collecting her limp body in his arms and pressing her back against his chest. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her sweaty skin as Rytsar played with her breasts, pulling and tugging on her erect nipples.
“And now we will be gentle,” Sir whispered gruffly.
He lightly pushed her down onto Rytsar’s chest and the two began thrusting slowly. Their hands explored her body as they stroked her with their cocks, but they were so tender in their taking of her that it felt as if they were making love.
As Rytsar leaned up for a kiss, Brie was caught by the openness in his gaze. This was the man not the sadist who was being intimate with her. Sir lay down on top of Brie as the two men finished off, Rytsar biting her neck on the left as he bit her on the right. In that delicious moment, she felt both men come inside her.
It was then that Brie realized Sir had carefully orchestrated this intimate moment between them and her heart overflowed with love.
A Call for Help
I t was with regret that Sir and Brie left Rytsar at the cabin that evening. As they pulled away, the Russian Dom pointed to the swing set.
Brie grinned while waving both her hands back and forth in a gesture of no.
“Why is there a swing set at the cabin?” Sir asked her.
Brie giggled. “Well, Sir, that’s for the baby he thought we had.”
“Good Lord.”
Brie threw Rytsar one last kiss, then snuggled up to Sir in contented silence as he drove them back to Moscow.
“I assume you want children,” he stated just as the Moscow lights appeared on the horizon.
She looked up at him in surprise and smiled. “I do, Sir. When we’re ready.”
He let out a prolonged sigh, which frightened her a little.
“You want kids, don’t you, Sir?”
He turned to her. “I’m not fit to be a father.”
“Of course you are!” she assured him, squeezing Sir’s arm.
“Hell, Brie, I struggle enough with you. What child needs an emotionally distant father?”
“No parent is perfect, Sir, but you have a good heart. That’s all a child needs.”
He chuckled sadly. “If only it were that simple.”
“I firmly believe a child created in love is blessed.”
Sir shook his head. “Are you forgetting my mother?”
“No. I can never forget all you’ve suffered. However, I’m selfish when it comes to you.” Brie kissed Sir on the cheek. “If your parents hadn’t fallen in love, I wouldn’t be so deliriously happy now.”
“To be honest, the idea of children scares me, Brie. It scares Durov too, which is why he wants us to have one so he can be an uncle but not endure any of the complications of parenthood.”
“Sir, I think it’s normal to be unsure whether you’ll be a fit parent or not. All we can really do is strive not to repeat the mistakes of our parents, but hold on to the things they did right.”
“So you’ve been thinking about this a lot, haven’t you?”
She shook her head, giggling. “No, it was only Rytsar’s incessant baby talk that had me pondering it.”
“But you definitely want children.”
“Yes.” She laid her
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