Page 90 of Mountain Mens' Curvy Obsession

He wants to pull back, but I lock him in and look up to meet his gaze. He’s trying to hold it in, yet he cannot resist.

I welcome the guttural sound he makes as he comes, and I follow. I welcome the hot spurt of his seed rolling down my throat, his cock throbbing against my tongue as I drink every drop.

“Fucking perfect,” Nico manages as he lovingly slaps my ass and drives himself deeper inside me.

I fall apart at the seams, hanging on for dear life as Nico and Booker fill me with their seed.

This is our last night together.

I know it.

They don’t.

So I intend to make the most of it. I put everything I have into every gesture. I play along and let them do everything they wish. I lose count of my climaxes as we fuck each other late into the night.

I fall asleep in their arms, my heart breaking, my body covered in sweat.

“I’ll miss this,” I whisper, my eyes popping wide open as I realize I just said it out loud.

But they didn’t hear me.

They’re fast asleep, chests rising with every even breath.

There’s no other way.

* * *

“You seem sad,”Nico says.

It’s early morning. The sun hasn’t come up yet, but the sky is cracking open for dawn, the dark blue turning lighter with every passing minute. Soon enough, I’ll watch the sun come up over the eastern ridge, its golden glow flooding the kitchen.

I’ll miss it.

“I’m just sleepy,” I reply, then motion for him to sit on the comfy bench at the breakfast table. “Saved you some coffee from the first round.”

“You’re having coffee?” he raises an eyebrow at me. “And you’re fully dressed already.”

Smiling softly, I pat the seat next to me again.

Nico relents and joins me, planting a kiss on my lips before he takes his first sip of hot, black gold. I rest my head on his shoulder, trying to memorize as much of him as possible before it all ends, while still playing my part.

“It’s a Guatemalan specialty,” I tell him. “Breonna got it for me. It’s got a weird name that I cannot for the life of me pronounce correctly, but I do know it’s very low on acid. One cup won’t harm me or the baby; I promise.”

“Fair enough,” he says, taking a moment to enjoy the taste. “It’s really good.”

“It is, isn’t it?” I glance around at the kitchen, then measure him from head to toe, marveling at how his jeans and his sweater hug his massive figure. “Chance and Booker?”

“They’re coming down soon,” he replies. “They’ll go out on patrol, and I’ll stay with you.”

“Good. I look forward to a little bit of alone time with you.”

Nico gives me a curious look. “You’ve got something planned? Just for me?”

“Oh, yes,” I whisper as I nibble on his ear lobe.

He stirs beside me, his hand quick to come up and grab my breast. “Anya, if you don’t stop what you’re doing, I might just have to bend you over this table, right here, right now.”

But the sound of boots thudding down the stairs brings the moment to a full stop as we both laugh and pull away. Nico gets up and sets the coffee machine for a second brewing as the twins take turns kissing me good morning.

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