Page 87 of No Save Point

Tate looks up at him, a smirk tugging at his lips, his fingers still teasing over my soaked pussy. “Come taste her,” he says. Carter, his lips swollen from kissing me through every devastating orgasm they’ve dragged out of me.

Before Carter can get between my thighs though Tate says the unthinkable.

“I want to feel you with him, Haven.” His voice is almost soft as his fingers trace over my pussy. “I want us both inside you.”

My entire body locks up, my breath stalling, my fingers gripping the sheets in sheer disbelief.

“T-that’s not fucking happening,” I gasp, shaking my head as I try to wrap my mind around what he just suggested. “You two are—I can’t—I won’t be able to—”

Tate’s hand cups my throat, pressing his thumb lightly against my pulse as his lips brush against my cheek.

“You can take as much as you can,” he says. “And you’ll stop us when it’s too much.”

“Tate—” Carter’s voice is hoarse, but Tate is already moving, pulling me into his lap, his thick cock rubbing against my pussy, pressing against it and then he slides inside me.

I let out a sharp cry, my body stretching around him again, raw and sensitive, trembling from everything they’ve already done to me. Tate groans, his head tipping back, his fingers digging into my hips as he slowly rolls his hips, fucking up into me, his cock filling every inch of me. “Fuck, that’s it, angel,” he groans, his chest heaving beneath me. “So fucking perfect, about to be broken between two cocks aren’t you.”

I can barely breathe, barely process anything as Carter’s hands slide up my back, as his lips press soft, gentle kisses along my spine.

“Baby,” Carter murmurs, his voice shaking. “Are you sure?”

Tate doesn’t give me time to think. His hands spread me wider, angling my hips, his cock grinding deeper inside me. I whimper, my entire body shaking as Carter slowly presses his tip against my pussy, against the space that’s already completely stretched around his brother.

I gasp, my entire body going rigid, my fingers digging into Tate’s shoulders.

“Carter—” I barely manage to breathe, my entire body burning, my nerves on fire, my mind screaming that I can’t take both of them. “I can’t—I can’t take—”

“You can, pretty,” Tate interrupts, his lips brushing over mine, his hands steadying me as Carter groans against my back, as his cock barely presses inside. “You can and you will take as much as you can fucking handle.”

Carter pushes slowly, carefully the thick tip of his cock inside before I cry out, my body shaking, my nails dragging down Tate’s chest.

“Fuck, baby,” Carter groans, his hands shaking, his forehead pressing against my shoulder. “I’m sorry—I d-don’t want to hurt you.”

“Too much,” I pant barely able to think, my body stretched to its absolute limit, my legs trembling, my hands shaking. “Carter, it’s too much.”

Tate’s lips crash against mine swallowing my whimper, his fingers sliding up my hips as he whispers against my lips. “Then we won’t push it, pretty angel.” A fucking lie. He grips my waist and thrusts in. Carter groans, his cock being pushed deeper. “F-fuck, w-what the fuck Tate.” He lets out a shuddering breath, quickly pulling out, his hands rubbing soft soothing circles into my skin, whispering sweet reassurances against my ear. “I’m sorry, baby,” Carter breathes, his lips brushing against my neck, his voice soft. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Too much, Tate,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, broken, my hands grasping for anything as Tate holds me still against him.

Tate groans against my shoulder, his hands sliding up my stomach. “I know, pretty angel,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my skin. “I know.”

He doesn’t pull out, doesn’t let me go. But he doesn’t push further either. Instead, he just rolls his hips, slow, deep, lazy thrusts that aren’t meant to take, aren’t meant to ruin but just to keep me full, to keep me grounded, to let me feel him. I whimper, my head laying against his shoulder, my body trembling from how soft, how gentle he’s being, from how different this is from everything we’ve done before. Tate doesn’t fuck me like he’s trying to break me this time. He fucks me like he wants to keep me. Carter moves from behind me, kneeling beside us, his lips finding mine, soft, warm, lingering. His thumbs stroke over my cheeks, his kisses slow, worshipping. “You deserve to be treated like the angel you are for us,” he whispers, his fingers brushing down my stomach before slipping between my thighs and Tate. I gasp as he finds my clit, rubbing me so softly, sending little aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body.

Tate groans, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples, his breath ragged against my ear. “That’s right, pretty angel,” he murmurs. “You belong to us. No one else will ever fucking touch you like this.”

Carter nods, his lips trailing down my jaw, his voice thick with emotion. “Ours,” he whispers. “Always.”

Tate fucks me slowly, his hips rocking up in lazy, shallow thrusts, not enough to hurt, not enough to push me over again, just enough to keep me right here, between them, surrounded, cherished, claimed. “You’re not going anywhere, pretty girl.” Tate’s thrusts stay slow, so achingly deep, his cock stretching me, filling me, but not taking, just letting me feel him. Every inch, every roll of his hips, every pulse of his cock inside me. “You’re gonna stay right here, dripping for us, shaking for us, begging until you forget you ever belonged to anyone else but me and him.” My thighs trembling, my skin hot, my breathing uneven as my head rests against his shoulder. I don’t have the strength to do anything but take it, to let him have me exactly the way he wants. I can barely keep my eyes open, can barely focus, but I don’t have to. Tate’s cock moving inside me, stretching me with those deep, lazy strokes. He leans me back as Carter’s mouth is getting closer until he kisses my pussy. A deep trembling gasp leaves my lips as Carter’s tongue flicks over my clit, soft, teasing, and my whole body jerks. My thighs tense, my fingers clutch at Tate’s arms where they hold me, but I don’t stop it. “Please,” I whimper, voice cracked and desperate, “don’t stop… don’t stop, please… I’m yours… I’m all yours…”

Carter’s tongue moves in slow, deliberate circles, his lips wrapping around me, sucking just enough to make me whimper, my body trembling. Tate groans, his cock still thrusting at that torturous, aching pace. “That’s it, pretty angel,” Tate breathes against my neck, his lips brushing my ear. “Take it all. Let us take care of you.”

Carter’s tongue never stops moving, slow circles over my clit, his mouth soft and warm, the suction just enough to keep my nerves firing, to keep my body on the edge of something devastatingly perfect. His hands are gentle on my thighs, keeping them spread, keeping me exactly where he wants me as he licks me like he’s savoring every second, like he wants to pull every last drop of pleasure from me. Tate’s pace shifts, still slow and deep, but harder now, his cock pushing inside me with more deliberate thrusts. His hands are on my waist, his fingers digging in to hold me steady as he takes me the way he wants.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips, my head falling back against Tate’s shoulder, my fingers threading through Carter’s hair as his tongue moves faster, pushing me higher, pushing me exactly where they want me. “There you go, pretty,” Tate breathes against my ear, his voice thick with need. “Let go for us, for me.”

The orgasm builds slowly, achingly, my whole body tightening, my stomach tensing, my thighs shaking as the pleasure climbs higher, higher, until it’s unbearable, until it crashes over me, pulling me under, stealing my breath. I come with a whimper, my hips jolting, my fingers gripping Carter’s hair tighter, my whole body trembling as he stays on me, licking me through it, drinking down every last sound I make.

Tate groans, his cock throbbing inside me as he keeps thrusting, each roll of his hips keeping me completely theirs.

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