Page 95 of The Pakhans’ Curvy Prize

Her orgasm hits hard and fast, her body clenching around me so tightly I nearly lose control. She's shaking, gasping, her hands fisting in the sheets as wave after wave crashes through her.

I pull out before I finish, my control hanging by a thread. "Russ."

He understands immediately, switching positions with me. Marla is still trembling from her orgasm when Russ enters her, and the sensation makes her cry out again.

He fucks her with the same intensity I did, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading her wider. Nick moves behind her, lifting her upper body so she's partially sitting up, her back against his chest. The new angle makes Russ go even deeper, and Marla's moans turn into incoherent sounds of pleasure.

I watch them, my hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly. The sight of her taking Russ while Nick holds and supports her makes something fierce and possessive surge through me.

When Russ comes, it's with a groan that echoes through the room. He buries himself deep inside her, his body shuddering with release. Marla is still trembling, oversensitive and overwhelmed, her head falling back against Nick's shoulder.

Nick lays her back down gently, then positions himself between her thighs. "One more," he says quietly. "Can you do that for us?"

She nods, her eyes glazed with pleasure and exhaustion. "Yes."

Nick enters her slowly, carefully, his movements controlled despite the tension in his body. He's always been the most restrained of us, but I can see the cracks in his composure now. The way his jaw clenches, the way his hands shake slightly as they frame her face.

He kisses her as he moves inside her, his rhythm steady and deep. Russ and I move closer, our hands on her body, touching and caressing, making sure she feels surrounded by us. Claimed by us. I keep one hand stroking my cock, waiting for just the right moment to give over my control.

When Nick finally comes, it's with a quiet groan against her mouth. I reposition myself, my hand furiously pumping as I lean over her belly. She looks up at me, then down at my cock, her eyes widening. And then my whole body stiffens as I come all over her belly.

Marla, looking satisfied but curious, reaches out and rubs my cum across her belly like she's spreading lotion on her skin. "Fuck!" I cry out, my dick jerking again.

Afterward, we're tangled together in the sheets, breathing hard until we all fall asleep.

Morning comes too quickly. Pale sunlight filters through the curtains, and I wake to find Marla still asleep against me. Nick is already up and dressed, standing near the window with his phone pressed to his ear.

Russ stirs beside us, then sits up and runs a hand through his hair. "What time is it?"

"Early," Nick says without looking away from the window. "We need to move her soon."

Right. The relocation. I'd almost forgotten in the aftermath of last night.

Marla wakes slowly, blinking up at me with sleepy confusion before memory returns. Her cheeks flush slightly, but she doesn't pull away.

"Morning," I say quietly.

"Morning." Her voice is rough from sleep.

"Time to finish packing," Russ says, standing and stretching. "We're getting you out of here within the hour."

The next forty-five minutes pass in controlled chaos. Nick coordinates vehicles and alternate routes in case we're being watched. Russ makes calls to his security team, arranging for additional guards at his property. I stay with Marla while she packs.

She moves through the cottage slowly, touching things like she's saying goodbye. Her fingers trail over the desk where she sometimes works, the bookshelf filled with her research materials, and the kitchen counter where we've shared meals.

"This was my safe space," she says quietly, folding clothes into a duffel bag. "The first place that ever felt like mine."

A few minutes laer, we're loading bags into the vehicles. Marla rides with Russ in the lead vehicle. Nick follows in the second. I take the rear position, watching for tails.

The drive to Russ's property takes thirty minutes through back roads and residential streets. When we finally pull through the gated entrance, I feel some of the tension ease from my shoulders.

The mother-in-law building sits about fifty yards from Russ's main house, connected by a stone pathway. It's a nice place. The modern construction has large windows and the interior is fully furnished with comfortable furniture and a full and cozy kitchen

Marla walks through slowly, taking in the space. "This is... really nice."

"Told you," Russ says, setting her bags down near the bedroom. "My mother's too stubborn to live here, but at least someone will use it now."

I watch him visibly relax the moment Marla is inside the protected property lines. His shoulders drop slightly, and his jaw unclenches.