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Haven

Tate doesn’t slow down, or ease up. He doesn’t let me breathe, he just pounds into me, unrelenting, his cock slamming deep, stretching me, making my body seize, making my moans break, making my vision blur as another orgasm rips through me so fast I barely have time to brace for it.

I whine, my nails biting into Tate’s forearms, my entire body trembling as the pleasure rolls through me, wave after devastating wave, my pussy clamping down around him, so tight, so fucking ruined.

“Oh go—“ I start to choke out before Tate clamps a hand over my mouth.

“No, no god here pretty, you hear that?” he groans. “That wet sound your pussy’s making for me? You’re soaking my cock. The only thing to be worshiped here.”

I need more, even as I kiss Carter messy, desperate, tongue searching, lips barely able to keep up with the way I’m falling apart, I need more.

Carter moans into my mouth, still stroking himself, so fucking close but holding back, his body tense, his breath ragged, his cock heavy and throbbing in his hand.

And fuck, I want him. I need him. I barely manage to find my voice between gasps, between moans, between the overwhelming pleasure ripping through me. “Carter—”

His head jerks up, his eyes dark, his body trembling beneath my touch.

I whimper, arching, my lips brushing against his jaw, my voice breaking as I manage the words that make Tate snap.

“I want your cock.”

Tate groans, his grip tightening, his thrusts turning brutal, unforgiving, a edge in his voice as he shoves me back, flipping me onto my back on the bed, my legs spread, my breath gone, my body still pulsing from my last orgasm as he pulls out of me in one swift motion. He slaps his cock against my swollen clit.

Once. Twice. The wet, filthy sound echoing through the room, making me jolt, making my entire body jerk with the overstimulation, making my breath catch as Tate leans over me. “You heard her, little brother.”

He smirks, still teasing me, still rubbing the thick, dripping head of his cock over my clit, making me whimper, making me tremble, making me beg. “Come fill her up.”

Carter doesn’t hesitate. The second Tate gives the command, the second he hears those words, he moves, lining himself up, gripping my waist, sinking back inside me in one slow, devastating thrust that has my entire body locking up, my breath stalling, my hands gripping the sheets as I stretch around him all over again. He groans, deep, his head tilting back, his fingers pressing bruises into my skin as he pulls out just as slowly, only to push back in, his movements careful, deliberate, like he’s savoring it, like he’s letting himself feel every tight, dripping inch of me.

“Fuck—” Carter’s voice breaks, his breath heavy, his cock throbbing inside me. “You’re so—God, Haven—”

Tate’s right there, kneeling beside me, gripping my chin, tilting my head back, his other hand still stroking himself, his cock thick, flushed, still dripping as he brushes the swollen head against my lips.

I whimper, my body arching, my tongue licking out to tease him, tasting the salt, the heat, the raw need pouring from both of them. Tate groans, his fingers tightening around my jaw, his voice dropping lower.

“That’s right.” he murmurs, his cock pressing against my lips, waiting, teasing, demanding. “Open up.”

I can feel Carter’s body tensing, his hands flexing against my waist, his thrusts growing erratic, desperate, his cock throbbing inside me, so fucking close to filling me up. His moans are soft, trembling, his head dipping, his lips pressing against my shoulder, my collarbone, my chest, his breath warm and uneven as his voice breaks against my skin.

“Haven—fuck—” His hands grip tighter, his pace quickening, his movements losing control. “I can’t—God, you feel so good—I can’t hold back—”

Tate, who has his cock fully buried in my mouth, who has my hair wrapped around his fist, who is groaning low, dark, hungry, the exact opposite of Carter’s soft desperation. Tate, who is fucking my throat slow and deep, who is tilting my head up just right, who is watching every reaction I give them. “Take it, pretty girl,” he murmurs, his fingers tightening in my hair, his hips rolling, his cock gliding along my tongue. “You want to be full, don’t you? Want to be stuffed with both of us?”

I moan, muffled around him, my body arching as Carter drives into me harder, his breath catching, his words breaking.

“F-Fuck—Haven, I—”

“Come inside her, little brother,” Tate orders, his voice silk and sin, his tone almost encouraging. “Fill her up.”

Carter shudders, his groan vibrating against my skin, his fingers digging in, his entire body tensing. His hands gripping me so fucking tight, his breath breaking, his hips snapping forward, hard, desperate, completely wrecked as he slams deep, buries himself inside me, and finally lets go.

A shattered moan rips from his throat as he spills into me, as his cock throbs inside me, as his cum floods me, coating my walls, stuffing me so full I swear I can feel it dripping already. “Haven—fuck, baby—” His voice is soft, broken, so fucking sweet even as he’s shaking, even as his body locks up, even as he fucks his cum deeper into me, as he keeps thrusting, slow now, but still deep, still dragging it out, still making sure I feel every last drop.

Tate grips my hair tighter and fucks my mouth harder, his cock sliding deep, filling me, making me take every inch. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his breath sharp as he watches Carter fall apart, as he watches me struggle to handle both of them, my body stretched, used, ruined. “You love this, don’t you? Letting him fill that pretty little pussy while I fuck your mouth?”

I whimper, my moan muffled, my hands gripping the sheets, my body still trembling, still feeling Carter’s cock pulsing inside me.

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