41. 2
“Fuck,” Carter breathes, his voice shaking, his fingers tracing softly over my stomach grounding me slightly. “I don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”
Tate chuckles, moving higher on the bed, his mouth finding the side of my neck, his lips dragging lower down, over my collarbone, until he reaches my tits, his tongue flicking out, swirling over one sensitive nipple, sucking deep, pulling a soft moan from my lips. “She can fucking take it,” Tate murmurs, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking slowly as he watches Carter line himself up, his eyes filled with hunger. “She was made to take us both.”
Carter groans, pressing his cock in. Stretching me, I’m still soaked from Tate, still raw from being so fucking ruined. His breath stutters, his hands gripping my hips, he slides all the way inside, burying himself in me, filling me completely, letting out the sweetest, most beautiful fucking whimper I’ve ever heard. “F-Fuck, H-haven,” Carter pants, his lips brushing against my jaw, his hands tracing over my stomach. “You feel so f-fucking perfect.”
Tate groans around my nipple, sucking deep, his other hand coming up to toy with the other, pinching making me moan and clench around Carter’s cock, sending him deeper, making him tremble above me. “Fuck her right, little brother,” Tate moans against my skin, his voice thick as his tongue licks over my nipple, slow and deliberate, his cock still rock hard in his hand. “Make her come nice and hard for you.”
Carter’s breath stutters, his rhythm picking up, slow but deep, long strokes that drag against every sensitive part of me, making me whimper, making my whole body tighten. Carter’s pace turns almost punishing, his thrusts deep and slow at first, dragging out, making me feel every thick inch of him filling me, my whole body burning, my mind slipping further into the pleasure and filth they’ve drowned me in. His hands are warm, one gripping my hip, the other sliding back up my stomach, up between my breasts, his fingers wrapping lightly around my throat, not pressing like Tate does, just holding, taking me in like he’s memorizing every inch of me.
“So fucking perfect,” Carter leans down and murmurs against my lips, breathless, his forehead pressing against mine as his cock slides deeper, stretching me, owning me. “I love being inside you Haven, love feeling you like this.”
Tate groans pushing Carter away from my chest, his own lips dragging lower, tongue licking against my nipple, teasing, his hand stroking his cock, slow and steady, his grip tight, his voice nothing but pure fucking sin.
“Look at you, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his cock in his hand, thick and ready, leaking, desperate. “Taking my brother so fucking good. Let us watch you fall apart, you love it, don’t you pretty girl? Love being stretched out, love letting us fucking ruin you.”
I whimper, my back arching, my fingers clawing at Carter’s arms, the pleasure too much, overwhelming. Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck, yes—I love it. I love when you ruin me.”
Carter groans, his pace picking up, his rhythm controlled, his hips snapping against mine, his cock pounding deeper, hitting every fucking spot that makes me shake. His grip on my throat tightens just slightly, just enough to make my breath hitch, just enough to make my pulse hammer. “She’s so fucking wet,” he pants, “She feels so good, Tate. So tight, so fucking incredible.”
Tate groans again, his tongue still swirling over my nipple, sucking deep, his strokes turning rougher, his cock pulsing in his hand. His voice is heavier now. “Wish it was my cock stretching you out right now, pretty angel,” he mutters, his breath hot against my skin, his fingers digging into my side. “Wish I was the one making you scream my fucking name again.”
Carter groans, his grip tightening, his thrusts turning harder, sharper, deeper, his body shaking against mine. “You d-don’t get to have her yet,” he grits out, his teeth dragging along my collarbone, his lips pressing open-mouthed kisses along my throat. “She’s all mine right now.”
Tate lets out a low moan, his grip tightening on his cock, his strokes turning faster, his moans low. “Then make her fucking come,” he taunts, “Make her scream your name before I stuff her fucking full again with my cock.”
Carter’s pace turns erratic, his body tensing, his grip on my waist tightening, his breath catching as he buries himself deep, as deep as he can go, grinding into me, filling every fucking inch of me with his cock. His moan is a whimper, his body shuddering as he finally lets go, spilling into me, making sure I feel him inside me even after he’s done.
“Fuck, baby,” he pants against my lips, his forehead pressing against mine, his body trembling as he slowly rolls his hips, fucking every last drop of himself into me, making sure I take all of it. His voice is nothing but a sweet whisper, a broken prayer. “So good for me. So fucking perfect.”
I whimper, my body still shaking, my skin still burning, my mind still floating somewhere between pleasure and delirium. Carter’s hands are warm, soft now, soothing as they slide down my stomach, his lips tracing lazy kisses along my jaw, my neck, my collarbone. He’s drained but he doesn’t let me go, doesn’t stop touching like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
Beside me Tate’s not even pretending to be patient.
I feel him move, the mattress dipping under his weight, his rough palms sliding over my thighs as he moves into place lining himself up with a low guttural sound ripping from his chest.
“Mine now,” Tate mutters, dragging the head of his cock along my dripping pussy, gathering everything Carter left behind, rubbing through the mess they’ve already made of me, spreading it across my pussy before pushing in, stretching me open again, making me gasp, making my whole body jolt from the overstimulation.
“Oh, fuck—” I whimper, my hands flying to Tate’s chest, gripping tight, my body overwhelmed, burning, trembling.
Carter lets out a tired, breathless laugh, his lips brushing against my temple, his fingers cupping my jaw, tilting my face toward him so he can kiss me slow, the kind of kiss that makes my head spin, that makes me forget how completely ruined I already am. His voice is soft, sweet, soothing, the perfect contrast to the way Tate is fucking me open all over again.
“That’s it, baby,” Carter murmurs against my lips, his hands smoothing down my sides, everywhere, like he’s memorizing every inch of me. “Taking him so well. Always so fucking perfect.”
Tate groans, his fingers digging into my hips, his thrusts rough, deep, hungry. “Fuck.” he groans, his voice thick with lust, his pace devastating. “Still so fucking tight.”
I whimper, my body breaking apart, lost between Carter’s sweet praise and Tate’s filthy destruction.
Tate doesn’t ask. One second, I’m drowning in Carter’s slow, sweet kisses, his gentle hands tracing down, his lips pressing against my jaw like he’s trying to savor every second of this moment and the next, I’m on my stomach, my knees hitting the bed, my ass being pulled into the air, my entire body twisted into submission as Tate takes full fucking control. “That’s more like it,” Tate groans, his hands gripping my hips, spreading me open, his cock rubbing, teasing, before shoving in all at once, stretching me, owning me, making me cry out.
“Oh, fuck—”
It’s too much, too overwhelming, but Tate doesn’t care. He grips my hips tighter, his thumbs pressing into my lower back, keeping me right where he wants me as he starts pounding into me so hard the sound of skin slapping fills the room, so deep I swear I can feel him in my fucking stomach.
“So fucking—,” he groans, his voice heavy, his cock pounding into me, forcing more desperate moans from my throat. “So fucking messy. Can’t believe how good this pretty pussy takes my cock.”
Carter’s hands find my shoulders, smoothing down my arms, grounding, his body warm, safe, a perfect contrast to the way Tate is breaking me apart from behind. And when he shifts, when he leans back against the pillows, when he coaxes me forward until my head is resting in his lap, my cheek pressing against the heat of his thigh, I barely have time to think before I feel it.
His cock, still thick, still flushed, already against my cheek, already so fucking hard again. I let out a whimper, completely overwhelmed, my body shaking, my brain short-circuiting as Tate fucks me into the mattress, as Carter strokes my hair, shushing me softly, soothing me, his thumb brushing over my jaw. “That’s it, baby,” Carter murmurs, voice warm, adoring. “You’re doing so good for us.”
Tate slams into me again as he groans about how deep he’s buried inside me, how perfect I feel stretched around his cock, my lips part, my tongue slips out, tasting the tip of Carter’s cock. His breath shudders, his whole body tenses, fingers tighten in my hair.
Tate’s pace turns faster, his cock slamming into me, stretching me, his hands gripping my hips so fucking tight I know I’ll be wearing the bruises for days. His breath is sharp, and his grip is desperate as he starts to lose control, his thrusts turning punishing. “Gonna fucking fill you up again, angel,” he groans, his fingers digging deeper into my skin. “Gonna make sure you remember exactly who owns this perfect pussy.”
Carter’s hand tightens in my hair, his thighs trembling beneath my cheek, his cock twitching on my tongue as I swallow him down, taking as much of him as I can, letting his taste consume me, letting his sweet groans sink into my skin.
“That’s it, baby,” Carter pants, his voice strained, his fingers tangling in my hair, holding me there as I work him with my mouth, my tongue dragging along the underside of his cock, ruining him completely. “So fucking good. Always so fucking good for me.”
Tate slams into me harder, his groans turning into deep, guttural growls, his cock pulsing. “You feel that, pretty girl?” he taunts, his voice shaking, his thrusts unforgiving. “Feel how fucking deep I am? How fucking perfect you are, wrapped around my thick cock?”
I whimper, my body trembling, my mouth still full of Carter, my whole body on fire, completely lost between them. Tate’s breath stutters, his whole body tensing behind me, his grip bruising, his cock slamming into me one last time before he finally breaks, before he groans deep his cum spilling into me, filling me, his fingers keeping me pinned in place as he grinds in, making sure I take every last drop.
Carter’s hand fists in my hair, his cock throbbing in my mouth, his moans breaking, his whole body shuddering. “Oh, fuck—”
I barely have time to react before he’s pulling my mouth off of him, before he’s flipping me onto my back, spreading my thighs, lining himself up, his cock still wet from my mouth, Tate’s cum dripping out of me. Then he’s inside of me.
Carter’s groan is so soft, so completely lost as he barely manages to bury himself all the way before his orgasm crashes over him, before he’s filling me, shaking, gasping, whispering my name like a fucking prayer as he presses his forehead against mine, as his fingers lace with mine, as he pounds into me through every last pulse. “God, baby—fuck—I can’t—” Carter chokes out. “You’re so perfect, feels too good, I can’t fucking stop—”
His whole body shudders as he pulls out, his cock so fucking sensitive that he whimpers, the sound soft, his breath catching as his cum mixed with Tate’s drips from me.
Tate’s voice cuts in, a filthy whisper as he hovers over me, dragging his lips down my body, his breath hot against my skin, his tongue licking over the marks he’s already left behind. “One more, pretty,” he mutters, his fingers tracing down my stomach, teasing the sensitive skin between my thighs. “Gonna pull one last orgasm out of you. Gonna make you scream for me one more fucking time.”
I can barely breathe. Carter moves beside me, his hands sliding into my hair, his lips brushing over my jaw, my cheek, my mouth. “Let him, baby,” Carter whispers, kissing me slow, ruining me in an entirely different way. “Let him take care of you.”
Tate’s mouth finds my pussy, his tongue dragging over my swollen clit, making me jolt, I cry out, my whole body arching off the mattress as he sucks my clit, his fingers slide inside me, curling, stroking. “God, you’re so fucking messy,” He groans against me, his tongue lapping, circling, teasing, his fingers pumping deep. “So fucking perfect. Gonna make you come one last time. Gonna make sure you feel this all fucking night.”
I whimper into Carter’s mouth, my nails digging into his arms, my entire body on fire, spiraling out of control, completely lost between the way Tate is devouring me and the way Carter is kissing me through it, whispering against my lips, talking me through it.
“That’s it, baby,” Carter says, his breath shuddering, his fingers stroking my face. “Let go for us. Let him make you come.”
Tate groans against me, his tongue relentless, his movements designed to break me one last time. His tongue licks over my clit, tasting, his breath warm as he lets out a deep groan, dragging his hands up my thighs, spreading me wider, making sure I have nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide from the absolute destruction he’s about to unleash on my body. He sucks my clit into his mouth again, lips wrapping it, his tongue circling, flicking, pressing, and then…
He bites. A sharp little nip, just enough to make me shake, to make my back arch, a gasp ripping from my lips as his fingers thrust deep, curling, stroking, while his tongue slides back over the spot he just nipped. “That’s it, pretty,” Tate groans against me, his voice vibrating through my skin. “Take it. Let me fucking hear your pretty sounds.”
I can’t stop the moan that breaks free, my hips shifting, chasing the friction, chasing the fire, but his hands tighten pinning me down, keeping me right where he wants me as he starts fucking me with his fingers deeper.
“You taste so fucking good,” he moans, his breath hot, his fingers stretching me wider, his tongue licking faster. “So fucking sweet, dripping all over me, messy pretty little thing.”
Carter’s grip in my hair tightens, his mouth trailing over my jaw, down my throat, whispering soft little praises, talking me through the absolute wreckage Tate is causing.
“You’re shaking, baby,” Carter murmurs, his hands smoothing over my ribs, grounding me, keeping me from completely floating away. “Tate’s gonna make you come so good.”
Tate groans, his fingers slamming into me, hitting every spot that has me seeing stars, his tongue swirling, circling, licking, devouring me like he’s fucking starving.
“She’s close,” Tate groans, his grip tightening, his lips sealing around my clit, sucking deep, his fingers pounding faster.
My body locks up, my vision whites out, my mouth opening in a silent scream as I come so hard I swear I’m floating, so hard my whole body convulses, so hard I have no control. I gasp. “I can’t—Tate, I can’t—please—”
The flood of squirt pouring from me completely drenching Tate’s mouth, his chin, his fingers, he groans, pulling his fingers out just to rub my cum over my clit, making me whimper as he laps at every single drop. “Fuck, look at that,” Tate groans, his tongue dragging over my inner thigh, his fingers spreading me open wider just to stare. “She’s still fucking dripping.”
Carter groans, his forehead pressing against mine, his hands shaking as he strokes my hair as he tries to ground me. He whispers against my lips, soft and sweet and adoring. “So fucking beautiful, baby.”
Tate looks up at him, a smirk tugging at his lips, his fingers still teasing over my soaked pussy. “Come taste her,” he says. Carter, his lips swollen from kissing me through every devastating orgasm they’ve dragged out of me. Before Carter can get between my thighs though Tate says the unthinkable.
“I want to feel you with him, Haven.” His voice is almost soft as his fingers trace over my pussy. “I want us both inside you.”