Page 15 of Curvy Cabin Fever

“Aria, darling, why don’t you give our impatient friend here something to do while I fuck you?” Damien suggests, flipping me over slowly as my body tries to recover from my last pleasure fest.

“Mm?” I feel drunk, almost dizzy with lust. My legs feel like jelly as he moves me into his chosen position, my nipples hard against the sheets beneath me.

Damien pushes my ass into the air, slapping it lightly before commanding, “Morgan, get in front of her.”

Morgan moves quickly, fisting his cock with my soaked panties.

God, what a fucking sight.

“Hey, beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss me while Damien strokes my ass cheeks, his fingers slipping through my soaked folds.

“Hi,” I whisper, meeting his lips, his tongue stroking the seam of mine until it thrusts into my mouth, just as Damien slips his fingers into me. I moan into Morgan’s mouth and he breaks our kiss, cursing as he fists his cock wildly.

Something about the angry veins running along his thick shaft, the way it jerks slightly as he grips the base, makes my thighs squeeze together instinctively.

He’s heavy in his own hand, his tip flushed and already leaking for me, and the raw hunger in his gaze sends a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, beautiful,” Morgan rasps, his voice rough, almost desperate.

Before I can respond, Damien delivers another sharp slap to my ass, his other hand smoothing over the sting like he’s both punishing and soothing me at the same time. “Do as you’re told, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his fingers teasing through my slick folds. “Make Morgan feel good while I wreck you.”

I open my mouth, watching as Morgan continues to fist his dick, bringing it closer with each stroke.

My mouth waters, and I flick my tongue out, ready—only for him to slap the thick head of his cock onto my tongue without warning.

The masculine, musky taste of him makes my stomach tighten, my body already throbbing with need.

I moan and take him into my mouth all the way, remembering being in the shower on my knees for him.

Morgan lets out a strangled groan, his hand threading through my hair as he fights not to thrust deeper.

“Doesn’t she look good like this?” Morgan rasps, his large green eyes staring down at me as I take him in, sucking and licking the whole way.

I treat his cock like a popsicle on a hot day, barely letting it leave my lips.

He thrusts his hips in time with my sucking, and I gag when he slips into my throat.

At that second, Damien slides into me from behind, filling me completely. “Such a beautiful fucking girl.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Aria,” Damien moans, gripping me by the hips as I try to accommodate his size.

Damien’s pace is slow at first, controlled, like he’s savoring every inch of me stretching around him. But the way I moan around Morgan’s cock, the way my body tightens around Damien in response, makes his restraint snap.

He grips my hips harder, pulling me back against him with each deep, deliberate thrust. “Fuck, Aria,” he groans, his voice rough with possession. “You are such a good girl, taking me so well.”

Morgan lets out a groan, his hand tangling in my hair as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, dragging a groan from deep in his chest. “She’s a fucking dream, man,” he rasps, his abs clenching as I take him deeper, swallowing around him. “Our perfect, filthy girl.”

I whimper, the praise setting my body on fire.

I can’t believe these men are talking about me. Me!

Damien chuckles darkly, his grip tightening. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? Being ours?”

I moan, my answer muffled around Morgan’s cock, but it doesn’t matter—Damien knows. He knows exactly how much I want this, how much I need them.

Morgan strokes his thumb over my cheek, his gaze locking onto mine as he guides me, his cock throbbing in my mouth. “Perfect, baby. Fuck, you’re so good for us.”

Damien’s thrusts grow rougher, his pace increasing as he groans. “You’re mine first, Aria,” he murmurs against my spine, his breath hot against my skin. “No one touches you until I’ve had my fill. Understand?”

I whimper, my entire body trembling from the pleasure of being between them, being claimed by them. My walls tighten around Damien, and he curses under his breath, gripping my hips even harder.

“Fuck, Morgan, look at her,” Damien growls, his tone dark with something possessive, something raw. “She loves this.”

Morgan strokes my hair, his voice deep and smooth. “Of course, she does.” His dark eyes smolder as he watches me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

Damien groans, his thrusts turning punishing, slamming into me so perfectly that my vision blurs. I moan as my orgasm tears through me, my body trembling between these delicious men, completely at their mercy.

Morgan watches me come undone, his jaw tight as he fists my hair and guides me faster, his restraint barely hanging on. “You gonna swallow every drop for me, beautiful?” he hisses, his voice thick with need. “Take everything I give you?”

I moan, nodding as best as I can with my mouth full of him, and that’s all it takes.

Morgan groans, his hips jerking, and then he spills into my mouth with a deep, satisfied growl.

“Good fucking girl,” he pants, his thumb brushing my swollen lips as I swallow him down, licking up every drop.

My tongue swipes over his tip when he pulls out, sucking it one last time, making sure he’s all clean.

Before I can catch my breath, Damien’s grip tightens, and he slams into me with one final, devastating thrust, his growl vibrating through my spine as he empties his release into me.

I collapse against the bed, utterly spent, my body still trembling.

Morgan grins, brushing a stray strand of hair from my damp forehead. “Fuck, Aria,” he breathes, his voice full of satisfaction. “You’re incredible.”

Damien pulls out slowly, his lips brushing against my shoulder before he growls, “And she’s mine.”