Page 85 of No Save Point

“So fucking tight,” Tate groans, his head falling forward, his breath hot against my ear, his thrusts turning wild, erratic. “Gonna fill you up, pretty angel. Gonna pump you so fucking full of my cum you’ll feel me dripping down your thighs.”

I cry out, my entire body shaking, my orgasm hitting me so hard it knocks the air from my lungs, my back arching, my vision going white as I clench tight around Tate’s cock, dragging him over the edge with me.

“T-That’s it,” Tate groans, slamming into me one last time before his whole body shudders. “Take it.” His fingers gripping my thighs, his cock pulsing deep inside me. “Take every last fucking drop.” He thrusts deep one last time.

I feel the way his muscles tense, his grip softening as he moans emptying himself inside me, filling me completely. He doesn’t pull away, he lets me stay full, owned for just a moment longer before he finally slips out, groaning as he watches his cum leak from my ruined pussy. Carter is already positioning himself, his head pressing against my pussy, teasing me again, my body still trembling, so sensitive from Tate.

“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—”

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