Page 36 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

I moan harshly and spread my legs, quick to lose control as the Hayes brothers turn the heat up. All I can do is surrender and listen to their words as they pour like honey into my ears. I’m beautiful again. I’m a goddess in their grip. I’m a beautiful woman in their eyes. The only woman in the world.

“Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re less than because you don’t fit a certain standard,” Nico says as he rolls my pants down. I raise my hips to make it easier, and I find myself naked in no time as Booker gets rid of my sweater. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”

Chance clasps my chin between his thumb and index finger. “Can’t you see us wanting you over and over?”

“I see you,” I whisper against his lips, just before they crash into mine.

Our tongues struggle in passion as liquid heat gathers between my legs. My eyes are closed, but I can hear their ragged breaths and the shuffling of clothes as they pile up with mine on the floor.

“Now that we’ve got you, we’re not letting you go,” Booker says, then jumps onto the sofa to flank my right side; Chance has my left.

They take turns kissing me before they each take a nipple in their mouths, massaging my breasts, while they suckle and lick the tender tips, tongues flicking until the fire in my core intensifies. I’m past the point of no return and crashing quickly as I glance down and lock eyes with Nico.

He looks up at me as he dives into my slick, hot pussy.

I love the growling sound that escapes his throat as his tongue slides through my folds, teasing my clit until it swells, until the pressure becomes too much to bear, while his fingers penetrate me. I clench myself tightly around them, thrilled by the buildup, by the rhythm that takes us to the next level.

“Oh, God, don’t stop!” I cry out as Booker and Chance nibble on my breasts, teeth grazing until the sting sweetens and spreads through my ribcage like wildfire.

The heat travels and rolls out into a quivering, mind-shattering orgasm as Nico’s lips close around my clit and I come hard.

“Take me,” I beg them. “I need you inside me.”

“You’re ours, Anya,” Chance whispers in my ear.

“No other woman has ever had us the way you have us,” Booker chimes in, planting wet kisses down the side of my neck.

“I need you,” I manage.

Nico spears me with his full, glorious length. For a moment, I’m paralyzed, filled to the brim and stretched beyond the realms of sanity, his cock throbbing inside me as I lock my legs around his hips.

Booker and Chance get up. I know what they want, and I am eager to give it to them.

With hunger driving me mad, I grip the base of their cocks, fingers barely wrapped around their generous girths, and stroke them gently as they gaze down upon me. Nico thrusts himself deeper and deeper. My breasts bounce as he fucks me.

I moan in delight as I take Chance in my mouth, first, tasting the pre-cum on his engorged tip. It tastes like heaven, so I let the whole thing slide down my throat while tightening my grip on Booker. The frenzy intensifies, their animalistic grunts thrilling me as I’m pleasured every which way.

Nico’s thumb presses against my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasp, pausing for air before I let Booker deep-throat me into oblivion.

“That’s a good girl,” Nico growls as he pounds into me.

The heat rises. The pressure becomes too much to bear.

“Anya, fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” Booker warns, and he’s about to pull away, but I hold him and Chance close.

“I want you to come. I need you both to come,” I demand.

He stares at me for what feels like forever, as Nico grabs my breast while adding more pressure to the tender nub between my legs, as he rams into me. Over and over.

“Come for me,” I ask again. “I want to drink you both.”

“Fucking hell,” Chance snarls and slides his pulsating cock down my throat again. I feel the vein throbbing against my tongue as he comes, his hot seed spurting as I swallow every drop.

“God, this is heaven,” Nico manages as he stiffens deep inside me.

I feel the heat spreading. My pussy clenches, and I cry out in sheer ecstasy as I come again, just as it’s Booker’s turn to release himself. I welcome him, all of him, still stroking the base while gently fondling Chance’s balls.

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