Page 45 of CurVy Forever

It’s so slow and gentle.

My head swims in pleasure and emotion.

“I’ve kissed you through Tyler,” Donnie admits, talking against my mouth, his voice deep and strained.

“What was it like?” I ask quietly. Sliding my hand lower, over the groves and valleys of his abdomen, I hum to the virile touch of him. I grip his erection and glide my hand up and down, up and down, the long, wet length. “Did you like it?”

“I felt too much,” he breathes roughly.

I whimper as he circles me and slaps his cock on my lower back, not giving in to the intimacy he clearly wants. I open my thighs more and rock into Tyler’s reverent kiss.

Steam thickens the air.

Donnie purrs, and the heat of his breath races along my neck. “It’s warm in here.” He groans as his thumb presses between my cheeks, nudging the tight rosette. “It’ll be easy to get inside you, Pup. Take you in my favourite way.”

God, fuck, I can’t.

“Donnie,” I beg. “I’m too...” Exhausted? Emotional?

Both and all.

I look at Dexter, hoping for support, but he’s stroking his cock and watching Tyler lick me.

“You can do this, Baby Girl,” Dexter pants, his voice twisted and breathless, as he works his cock, with soap and water slapping the tiles. “Here. Let me make this easy for you.”

Dropping his heavy erection, he strolls, naked and glorious, from the shower to the vanity, retrieving a small plastic step-stool from beside it.

“Gross,” I protest. “How many other women have used that so you can fuck them in the shower?”

He lifts an eyebrow. “None. This is for the cleaner.” Walking to my side, he brings the stool into the shower. He places it on the floor and presents me with his hand. “Up.”

Rolling my eyes at Dexter, I take his hand and step onto it, anchoring myself in his eyes.

“Stay close,” I whisper to him, wanting.

And he nods, his smirk firmly in place. “Where would I go, Baby Girl. Everyone who matters is right here.”

“Falling in love,” Tyler adds.

I stroke Tyler’s hair. “Good boy.” Smiling, I reach down and wrap my hand around Dexter’s massive cock. Barely able to hold the entire width, I squeeze to get a better grip, wrenching a groan from him.

I stroke him with the soap and water, my hand slipping easily over the smooth, red slit at the crown, and sliding down to the root. Up and down.

He closes his eyes. “Fuck, that’s perfect.”

Tyler stabilises me on the stool and leans in to kiss my pussy again in a chaste way. His tongue and mouth move to a silent tune that I’m sure is in his mind.

I play with Tyler’s hair.

And strokes Dexter’s cock.

Donnie’s hot body touches the entire length of mine, hard chest to my back, enveloping me in warning. His erection stabs at the crease between my arse cheeks.

Surrounded by men.

By Vaughn brothers.

“I’ll be gentle with you tonight, Pup.” Donnie reaches for a bottle in the shower rack. “You want my love? You want to feel my heart through your back? Loving you in each beat. My breath cascading down your shoulder?”