Chapter 6 Mikhail
CHAPTER SIX
MIKHAIL
Ivake up, groggy, reaching for her, but vhen my hand only feels cold fucking sheets, I freeze and my eyes quickly fly open. I glance to zee side of me and grit my teeth.
“She’s gone?” I stare at the empty space beside me, as if it personally insulted me and ze thing inside of me snarls, baring it teeth, pissed seeing zhat empty fucking space. Her space.
“Sukin syn... opyat’? (Son of a bitch... again?)” I mutter, dragging my hand down my face, gripping my jaw to keep from snarling.
“Ughnn…” Dimitri groans next to me, voice still thick vit sleep. “Vhat’s wrong, Misha?” he grumbles, voice deep and curious as he rubs his eyes lazily, his soft curls falling into his face.
I don’t answer, instead I just grab him by zee back of his neck and pull him into a kiss, deep and punishing, needing a distraction because even zhough she’s gone, her perfume hangs in ze air, somezhing soft and sinful, like sugar and sex. Her moan echoes in ze corners of my mind.
“Nozhing,” I mutter against his lips, dragging him on top of me, grinding his dick against mine, hungry for something else. But zhis vill do. I try to go furzher, but he pulls away, breazhless, vatching me.
“Vell, it doesn’t look like nozhing.” He watches me, brow raised “Seems like…” He looks down at my zhrobbing dick leaking pre cum and reaches down, running his hand along zee tip, making me zhink about how her varm tongue glided over me, collecting my nut like it vas delicious…
zharko (hot). “Just tell vhat is troubling you and I’ll make better. ”
He says that, but I doubt he can. Zhis hunger… it’s unquenchable and new, driving me mad.
“It’s really nozhing. Just an itch I need to scratch,” I run my hands up his stomach to his chest, grazing his nipples, smirking vhen his dick bobs, oozing pre cum, but he narrows his eyes at me.
“Pfft. Bullshit, Misha. Pechenye sure doesn’t seem like a simple itch… she feels like an itch even you can’t scratch if you ask me.” He eyes me knowingly.
“She’s afraid of somezhing. She hides it vell, but I know fear vhen I see it.”
“Maybe it’s you… you’re pretty ruzhless,” he moans and I’m not shocked at his answer. He could be right but… she’s bold, and vhen it’s time, she yields so fucking vell. “Still, I’m shocked and happy you like someone. Zhis is new.” Dimitri has known me long enough. He knows zhis is unlike me.
To want someone zhis much? And not be able to get her again… I told her explicitly “don’t leave” only to vake up and reach for her and she vasn’t there. It felt... wrong.
To me, she felt like she belonged on my right side, just as natural as it is for Nadya and Dimitri to be on my left. But for some reason, she’s different.
Vanting Dimitri and taking him vas as easy as breazhing, same vit Nadya. Zhey yielded with no fight. Even vhen I casually suggested zhey marry, zhey did it happily. Just like now. I pull him down, running my hands down his back, slipping my tongue into his mouth and gripping his ass.
Natural… no fight, no argument, just like zee good boy I trained him to be. He grinds his dick against mine, shaking as I stretch his ass… but my mind is on her. Vhy doesn’t she listen? Vhy does she keep fighting me? But more zhan zhat… vhy do I like it?
“Ugn, Misha, deeper!” he grunts and I reach deeper, knowing he vants me to touch his prostate, but he’ll have to vait.
“Dobroye utro, moi lyubimyye (Good morning, my loves).” Nadya stirs next to us, placing her head on my chest as she yawns.
“Ughn, f-fuck… utrenniy zvonok, Misha snova popisal nalevo (Morning. Heads up, Misha’s pissed the cookie left again).
” Dimitri smirks down at me and I reach furzher inside, stretching him more, making him double over, cum drizzling from his dick.
“Fuck, you’re petty, but zhat f-feels good!
” he pants as Nadya runs her tongue over my nipple, sucking.
“Pechenye left again?” She pouts, still sucking.
“Da.” I lift her on my face backwards so she’s facing Dimitri, planting her pussy right on my lips as zhey start making out.
I run my tongue on her clit zhen slide it into her pussy, tongue fucking her.
“UGHNNN! DA!” She arches her back, shaking.
“Sh-she’s stubborn,” she vhines. “B-but I like zhat.” She pulls away from Dimitri, lifting her pussy off my face and glancing down at me, smiling.
“She fits you perfectly, Misha,” she grins excitedly before I shove her back on my face, sucking her pussy hole while sliding Dimitri right on my dick, grunting.
“Chert voz’mi, da, pryamo zdes’ (Fuck yes, right there),” Dimitri grunts, grinding down on my dick. Vhile eating all zee good morning cream I vant I let those vords settle over me, dick getting harder at zee zhought of her.
She fits me.
I close my eyes, losing myself in zee feel of zhem.
Zhey feel good… zhey feel familiar, but…
I vant her… nyet, I need her. I pound inside him, shaking ze bed, grinding into his ass zhat tightens around me.
Nadya gets up and slides on his bone straight steel pipe zhat’s drooling cum like a leaking vater faucet, making him moan like my little bitch, cumming straight in her pussy as she squirts on my face.
I slam into him, lifting my legs as I pant and sveat. Again, she comes to mind, her face vhimpering, begging for zhis dick, crying for more, causing me to slam into him hard as fuck, toes curling as I cum.
“Pechenye!” I groan.
“M-Misha,” Dimitri huffs, holding on to Nadya. pulling her into a kiss vit serious eyes. “I vant more of zhat… give it to me,” he demands and I chuckle because Dimitri isn’t very greedy. He never asks for anyzhing, but I pull them down and kiss both of zhem, smirking.
“Don’t vorry leetle one.” I smirk at him, when vee get home get me everyzhing you can on her. I’m going to make her ours,” I vhisper.
“Da,” Nadya pants. “And if she runs again… I’ll bring her back to you myself. Crying, zhen I kiss tears avay, show her how good it feels to be yours.” She smiles, and I smirk.
“Run again? You don’t have to zhink about zhat Nadya. I’ll make it so she von’t run… no, so that she CAN’T run until I’ve had my fill.”