Page 112 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

And I believe them.

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“What’s wrong?”I ask.

I stand before them, wrapped in a pale pink lace nightie with pearls embroidered across my breasts. Satin laces keep my panties from falling off.

“Guys?” I ask again.

“I’m sorry, you’re just…” Nico manages, his gaze darkening as it wanders downward.

“I’m just what?”

“Fucking gorgeous, is what you are,” he says with a trembling voice. “I had an inkling of what this might look like when we ordered it, but—”

“The real deal is something else,” Chance takes over and steps forward.

My blonde hair falls over one shoulder, and I take a deep breath as they come closer. My initial anxiety melts into blood-boiling desire as my men shed their clothes with every step they take. I playfully glide back toward our bed.

The room is shrouded in sweet darkness, with the exception of a multitude of scented candles burning on the side table by the window. Outside, it’s snowing. The last of it for the season, most likely.

“You’re perfect in every sense of the word, baby,” Booker says.

He’s the first to reach me, towering as he lowers his head and pulls me into a hungry kiss. I welcome the taste of him, the glee of his tongue as it plays with mine. But the game turns into a ravenous conquest quickly.

“My turn,” Nico growls as he wraps his arms around my waist. His lips crush mine, and I moan against him as liquid heat pools between my legs, drenching my lace panties. “You smell like a dream.”

“You picked out the right fragrance, too,” I whisper.

Lilac and jasmine. Heaven in a bottle. Yet another engagement gift. I love the way it smells on me, and I love it even more because I know he bought it for me. Everything these men do is for me. There’s no greater aphrodisiac.

When Chance takes over, I become drunk on his arousal, welcoming the feel of his hands as he explores every inch of my body. His fingertips scan the lace and the naked skin, pressing in all the right places until I’m so hot, so desperate for release I can barely stand.

“Lie down, my love,” he beckons me, and I gladly do as I’m told.

A moment later, he tugs at the satin laces, making my panties disappear. Smiling like the devil himself, he dives between my legs and brings me closer to heaven, while Nico and Booker stroke themselves and watch delightedly.

“I want to touch you,” I moan as Chance’s lips close around my swollen clit.

“Not yet, baby,” Nico says.

To my surprise, they take turns going down on me, reveling in the taste and the simmering wetness of my core. Their tongues slide between my slick folds, and when it’s Booker’s turn, he throws me into the blinding bliss of a shattering orgasm as he suckles my clit, harder and harder.

I writhe in sweet agony, touching my breasts through the lace fabric and missing them terribly while being irrevocably connected to them.

“I need you… so much…”

“Now comes the reward,” Nico says and joins me on the bed.

He rolls me over, and I end up on top of him as Chance climbs above and Booker settles behind me. With swift moves, Booker removes my bra and releases my tender breasts as I let Nico fill me to the brim with his magnificent cock. I marvel at the tight muscles wrapping across their massive torsos as Chance lets me taste him.

“You are perfection,” he whispers as I take him in my mouth.

At the same time, Booker joins Nico inside me. I am stretched and claimed. Body and soul. My cries of ecstasy are muffled as Chance slides down my throat, and I ride Nico a Booker plows into me from behind.

“Come for me,” Nico grunts as his fingers dig into my hips.

Tears of joy trickle down my cheeks as I clench myself tightly around him and his brother. Booker builds up a rhythm. Faster, harder, and deeper. He pounds into me, hands firmly locked on my bouncing breasts as he pushes me over the edge.

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