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“Studying?” he asks.

“Yeah, but um, studying pregnancy,” I answer.

“So I’m not interrupting?”

I shake my head. “No. Is everything okay with you and…?”

He shrugs and glances back as Carter comes in. Carter looks me over and his gaze focuses on my short pajama shorts. “You and I have something to finish.”

“The case?” I ask.

“We’ve done what we can for right now. Dad’s going to talk to the attorney tomorrow,” Carter says.

“Which means tonight…” Brad’s fingers continue higher. He teases the bottom of my shorts, then jerks them down, tangling my legs in them. “You’re ours.”

I gasp, but I’m flipped quickly, forcing me on my back.

Carter walks around my bed and grabs my wrists, holding them over my head in one hand as his other pulls at my shirt until he uses it to tie my wrists together. He makes a pleased sound as he cups my breasts.

“Imagine your perfect tits bigger, fuller,” he muses, pinching my nipples so I arch.

“They’re already more sensitive!” I yelp.

He swats my breast and lowers his pants. “Good. Then you’ll feel your punishments more fully.”

Brad strokes my pussy. “I don’t think you’re nearly wet enough, not as wet as I need.”

I squirm between them as Carter lowers his pants and takes out his cock. He grips my chin, turns me to face him, and thrusts between my lips. He groans as I gulp his cock, taking him down my throat. My cheeks hollow as I move with him, taking him deeper with every thrust of his hips. His soft hands palm my breasts while Brad licks and sucks my clit. He keeps working me up with his tongue and mouth, even though I know he’s not going to let me come.

“There we go, sopping wet for us,” Brad praises. “I think you’ve missed having us both. Letting us fuck you like the good slut you are.”

I moan and my eyes dart to Brad as he strips. His broad shoulders move as he climbs on the bed and he wraps my legs around him. “I still don’t know if you deserve my cock.”

Carter groans. “Earn it. Earn us both or we’ll just fuck your tits and mouth while edging you.”

How can Inotwant them? I feel like I’m made for their pleasure and they’re made for mine. I crave them, need them. Even if they’re rough. Even if they’re overwhelming, all I can think about is how much I need them, want them. I just can’t get enough. It’s impossible.

I tighten my legs around Brad, trying to pull him closer as he traces his cock from my entrance to my clit again and again, making me grind against him. I want him. I need him. I open my mouth wider, almost ready to pop off Carter so I can beg, but Carter thrusts all the way down my throat, making my eyes water as he grinds and takes me the way he wants.

“That’s a good girl. Welcoming me deeper, opening your throat up for me,” he groans. “You want me to come right heretoo, don’t you? You want me to finish inside you again and again, filling every hole with my cum.”

My eyes roll back as Brad sinks into me. He groans as he fucks me. He grips my thighs, his fingers digging into the point of pain as the slapping of skin on skin echoes.

I arch. This is heaven. All I need is Henry in my ass for it to be perfect. I’d be full of them in every way. Their cocks filling me. Their cum filling me, and a baby growing inside of me. Perfection.

Chapter four

Brad

Igroan as her pussy keeps squeezing me, tying to pull me in deeper. It’s telling me what she can’t say while she chokes on Carter’s cock.

She wants me to fill her with cum over and over. She craves it.

Carter pulls out of her throat and pants. “So fucking good.”

Katie whines. “But you didn’t…”

“That wasn’t the plan we talked about, is it? What else is mine?” Carter asks.

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