Page 72 of Broken Pieces

Pulling out, I replace my cock with my fingers and spread them wide, stretching her out as I line both mine and Max’s cocks up so we can both push home.

Home.That’s what Violet is to us.

Our home. Our everything.

She screams out as we both push into her at once, stretching her obscenely wide around both our cocks.

“Fuck, she’s so good for us,” I grind the words out, through clenched teeth.

Violet’s fingers dig into Max’s skin, one of her hands is over part of the scar on his arm and he grimaces. From the pain or simply because she’s touching where he’s the most vulnerable, I’m not sure. Either way, he doesn’t move her away.

“So good,” Max agrees softly as he stares into her eyes.

We push and pull her body between us. Both of us fucking her at the same time, then taking it in turns to fill her with just one of us.

My hands explore every inch of her they can, her wide hips, her soft ass and thick thighs, her deliciously big tits. All of her is just perfect.

Max plays with her clit again and when we feel her pussy start to quiver we both push into her, forcing our cocks inside with a desperate, feral need to fill her. Mark her. Claim her.

“You want our come, sweetheart? Want your brothers to put a baby in you?” Max coos at her, like he’s pulling her in with a false sense of security.

It’s not false though.

This is what we both want. To fill her so full of us that she has to stay put, forever.

“Yes!” She moans, maxed out on pleasure and barely able to speak.

That sends us both over the edge and I’m not sure who finishes first, but we both shoot our come deep into her.

As soon as the first shot hits her cervix, she breaks apart, her muscles convulsing as she milks our cocks with her own orgasm.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take our come. Fucking take it!” Max spits the words out with each sharp, upward thrust of his hips.

“Such a dirty fucking whore!” I roar as my balls empty until there's nothing left.

I’m spent. She’s sucked me fucking dry.

I collapse against her back, holding myself up just enough to not crush her, but still locking her tight between us. The way our bodies connect makes it feel like we’re one complete person.

Neither of us want to leave the warmth of her pussy, but after a few minutes we can tell she’s getting uncomfortable and I pull out first, with Max following just after.

Watching our come leak out of her tortured pussy, I see there are streaks of pink in it. I scoop some onto my fingers and show it to Max. “You wanted her to bleed for us, looks like you got your wish.”

He doesn’t smile or gloat, but his eyes darken with possession and he strokes her back. His way of telling her that she did a good job.

I push the come back into her pussy, scooping up all of it that's spilled out and push it back in where it belongs.

“What are you doing?” Violet asks, sounding exhausted.

“Gotta keep it all in you. You're going to give us a baby, remember?”

She laughs weakly, like she thinks I’m joking and starts trailing her fingertips lightly along Max’s scars.

“Does it hurt?” She asks softly.

“Not when you touch me.”

I know he’s lying, but I can also feel the way her touch is affecting him, like it really is helping him forget the pain altogether.

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