Page 18 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

“Don’t move,” he whispers, then gives Booker a slight nod. “Make her come for me.”

“My pleasure,” Booker replies and slips two fingers inside me.

I moan harshly as the bottom of his palm presses against my clit. The swell thickens as I’m pushed beyond my limits, my back arched as Booker finger-fucks me into oblivion. I hold on to Chance’s rock-hard shoulders while he watches me, our eyes locked in the buildup of what I know is coming.

A shockwave of pure pleasure explodes through me as I climax, and Booker throws me off the edge of reality before he thrusts himself inside me. My pussy stretches, eager for more, gushing hot and wet and stretching around his considerable girth.

“Oh, yes,” I hiss, but feel Booker stiffening for the longest moment. “No, don’t stop,” I beg him, my core in need of so much more.

Chance gives me a curious look, his breath ragged and his lips parted. “Anya…”

“You’re a virgin,” Booker gasps.

“Don’t stop,” I insist, though I am startled by his statement. “I don’t care.”

“We do,” he says.

Chance kisses me again. “Anya, this is your first time. It needs to be special.”

“But it is,” I say and swing my hips back.

That’s enough to get a feral grunt out of Booker, who has yet to find the courage to pull out. I don’t want him to pull out. Despite the sharp pang of pain in my core, I need him to go deeper, to conquer it all, and to fill me until I’m sated.

“I want this. Now,” I add, clenching myself tightly around his throbbing cock, my gaze remains locked on Chase’s handsome, rugged face. “I want this. Badly. Can’t you feel me, Booker?”

“Fucking hell, I feel you,” he groans and wraps his arms around my waist.

I bend forward slightly and part my legs to better receive him, my knees shaking and my center still rippling in the aftermath of a delicious orgasm. Chance takes my breast in one hand, while he moves the other down to my clit, still swollen and in need of another release.

“He’ll go easy,” he whispers. “And I’ll watch and enjoy every goddamn second of it.”

Our tongues wrestle for dominance as bright stars emerge in my eyes. Slowly, Booker moves. Out, for only a moment, his fingers digging into my hips, then in with a smooth and well-controlled thrust. The sharp pain subsides and melts into mind-crumbling pleasure as Chance’s fingers flick my clit harder and faster.

“You’re too beautiful for this world,” he says, desire burning in the green forests of his eyes, while his brother goes deeper and faster.

A rhythm grows between us.

I look at Chance, my breasts bouncing as he is hell-bent on inducing another orgasm. I reach down and wrap my fingers around his cock, wondering what it would be like to take him as well. He hisses as I stroke him, slowly but surely with a firm grip, while he pinches my nipple between his index and thumb until the sting dissolves into devastating delight.

It spreads through my body like wildfire as Booker pounds into me, his cock filling and stretching me until I lose my damn mind.

“Oh, God, this is incredible!” I cry out on the brink of another orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” Booker manages, holding me tighter by the hips as he rams into me. “You’re fucking perfect… so fucking tight and wet…”

“Come for us,” Chance urges me and circles my clit.

The sensation quickly overwhelms me as he rubs it harder and faster. I let go of everything as Booker pounds me into oblivion.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Chance growls as I stroke his cock tighter and faster, unwilling to tumble into the madness without him. “Don’t stop…”

“Don’t stop either,” I moan, wanting him to squeeze my pussy dry as I feel Booker stiffening deep inside me.

He comes hard. The heat spreads as he fills me to the brim, as I ripple around his gargantuan erection, hugging his manhood with my slick heat until we’re both motionless and breathless.

A split second later, I realize I’ve tightened my grip around the base of Chance’s cock, and I glance down, hearing his gasp as he, too, joins us in this soul-shattering climax. His seed spurts all over my hand, trickling over my wrist as I feel him twitching, pulsating in a wonderful release.

His eyes are hooded and his chest rising with each ragged breath.

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