Page 84 of No Save Point

“Tate,” I breathe, a mix of frustration and pure fucking desperation, my legs trembling, my chest rising and falling too fast, my head swimming with the thick, intoxicating heat of them both, so close yet so fucking far.

Tate chuckles, his fingers trailing dangerously slow up my thighs, his touch feather light, teasing, coaxing. “You gonna beg for it, pretty ?”

Carter lets out a shaky breath, his lips still tracing my chest, his voice tight with restraint. “Tate, don’t sta—”

“Relax, little brother,” Tate groans, his tongue licking against the skin of my inner thigh, making me shudder. “I just wanna hear her say it.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, my whole body on edge, fucking desperate, needy, aching. I need them to ruin me, need them to stop teasing and start fucking claiming. “Please,” I whisper, my nails digging into Carter’s arms, my legs shaking beneath Tate’s grip. “I need—”

Tate doesn’t wait. His mouth is on me in an instant, his tongue dragging through my pussy slowly. I cry out, my back arching, my hips bucking into his mouth. Carter groans, like the sound alone is unraveling him, which I know it is. His hand gripping my waist tight, his lips dragging down my stomach as he watches his brother devour me.

Tate’s mouth is devastating, tongue licking, curling just right, but it’s not just what he’s doing, it’s how he’s doing it. Slow at first, savoring, coaxing, like he wants to make sure I know just how good he can finish me. Carter is shaking above me, his lips parted, his hands gripping my thighs like he’s grounding himself, like watching his brother’s tongue on me is breaking him apart piece by piece. I should be fucking rethinking every decision I’ve ever made that led me here, laid naked between them, gasping, moaning, clawing at Carter’s skin, trembling under Tate’s relentless tongue. But I’m not, I’m so fucking far from ashamed.

I yelp as Tate drags his teeth along my inner thigh before sucking a bruise into the sensitive skin, pressing me further into the mattress as he buries his tongue inside me, curling deep, flicking, sucking, groaning like he’s getting off on my taste alone. My fingers tighten in his hair, desperate, my other hand gripping Carter’s arm as my body shakes, as I lose all fucking control, my mind slipping into the thick, consuming haze of pleasure.

“Oh my God—”

Carter lets out a strangled noise, his grip tightening, his entire body wound tight, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on Tate. On his mouth, on what he’s doing to me. His chest heaves as he tries to pull himself together.

He leans down, his lips crashing into mine, swallowing my moans, his tongue sliding against mine, tasting me, taking everything I have left to give. His hands explore, gripping my waist, my hips, sliding higher, higher until his fingers are brushing against my nipples, rolling, teasing, pinching just enough to send another wave of pleasure rolling through me.

Tate groans against my pussy, his tongue dragging slow and deliberate, pulling me closer, closer, his fingers digging into my thighs as he fucks me with his mouth, relentless, unforgiving, making me fall apart just for him.

I can’t think. I can’t breathe. “Tate—fuck—” I whimper, my back arching, my legs trembling, my entire body wound too tight, too on edge, too close to breaking.

Tate pulls back just enough to smirk, his lips glistening, his voice nothing but amusement. “What’s wrong, pretty?” he teases, his fingers dragging through my soaked pussy, circling my clit, pressing just right, making me jolt. “Too much for you?”

I shake my head, gasping, my fingers tightening in Carter’s hair, pulling him back into another desperate, breathless kiss.

“No,” I pant against his lips, my entire body trembling, my pulse roaring in my ears, my mind already fucking gone. “Not enough.”

The second Tate thrusts into me, the second his cock stretches me open, I lose all fucking sense of reality. I moan, my body arching, my fingers clawing into Carter’s shoulders, into Tate’s arms, into anything I can fucking reach as he sinks in deep, dragging it out, savoring the moment he finally buries himself inside me.

“Fuck,” Tate groans, his voice vibrating through his chest as he stills for a split second, gripping my hips like he’s savoring how tight I am around him. His fingers dig in anchoring me down beneath him, and then he pulls back just enough to thrust again, slow, punching another loud, desperate moan from my lips. “You feel that, pretty girl?”

I nod my head frantically.

“That’s what you were begging for.”

I can’t do anything except fucking take it, and whimper as his pace builds, as he sets a rhythm that has my legs shaking, my body stretching. “That’s it. Just like that pretty girl.”

My entire world instantly narrowing down to the thick, deep thrusts of his cock inside me, every drag, every inch pushing me closer to the edge.

Then Carter, his hands slide down my stomach, his fingertips trailing over my hip bones before pressing lower until he finds my clit, he starts circling slow, teasing, his touch feather light at first, making me twitch, making me gasp, making my whole fucking body tense up. His lips are on mine in an instant, swallowing my moans, kissing me deep and desperate, his tongue sliding against mine, his other hand cupping my face, keeping me grounded as Tate fucks me deeper, harder.

Carter moans, his lips brushing against mine with every syllable, his fingers pressing tighter against my clit, rubbing in slow circles. “Let us take care of you.”

“You like this, don’t you?” Tate adds, punctuating his words with another sharp thrust, making me yelp. “You love having us both ruin you, love taking both our cocks like a perfect pretty slut.”

I whimper, my whole body tensing, every inch of me on fire, pleasure building, threatening to consume me whole.

“Tell me, pretty girl,” Tate presses, his fingers digging into my thighs as he pounds into me, his thrusts sharp. “Tell me you fucking love this.”

Tate’s pace turns brutal, his cock stretching me, slamming deep, forcing moan after moan from my lips, my nails clawing at his arms. Every thrust is punishing, claiming, his grip on my hips keeping me still so he can fuck me exactly how he wants. “Tell me you never want me to stop ruining your pussy,” he groans, his fingers digging in harder, pulling me back onto his cock, forcing me to take every single inch. “Because I love every broken, ruined piece of you Haven, every part that I’ve destroyed, now come all over my cock.”

He hardly ever says it, my name. Not like this, but when he does, it ruins me. It means I’ve hit that part of him he keeps locked behind sarcasm and snarls and sharpened teeth. God, I crave it. I crave the sound of it rasping out of his throat like he can’t hold it back. Like the only word in his mouth that matters is mine.

I whimper, my body arching, my head spinning, my pulse roaring in my ears as he pounds into me, relentless, my orgasm building, pushing me closer to the breaking point. Carter’s hands are still on me, working my clit, still teasing, his lips still trailing soft kisses against my skin, the contrast between them enough to send me spiraling into oblivion.

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