Page 86 of No Save Point

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.”

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