Page 16 of Katie 3

“Brad,” she starts.

“I want you to run, my sweet little slut. Run and hope I don’t catch you before I burn off some steam. I’m so pent up,” he growls.

Katie slowly meets his stare. “How pent up?”

“I’m tempted to find a different forest to set you in. Then Carter and I can hunt you down. We’ll fuck you separately, together, until you’re so exhausted you can’t think, you can only feel,” he says. “And you’llonlyfeel us.”

She glances at me, but Brad catches her chin and kisses her roughly. There’s nothing soft, nothing sweet, nothing gentle about it. He grips her dress and bites her bottom lip, tugging until her lip slips between his teeth. “Run.”

The second he takes a step back, she runs, not for the stairs, but through the living room and into kitchen. I look at Brad carefully. “There’s rough and too rough.”

“I know the limit,” he says, taking off his shirt. “Are you playing or working?”

“As if that’s a question,” I dismiss. “Go ahead. I’ll cut her off if she doubles back.”

Brad grins, pats my shoulder, then undoes the button on his jeans before racing after Katie. I walk to the back door, then step back, watching them. Brad rounds the kitchen island as Katie tries to stay just out of reach. She sprints to the house and I step out to block her. She ducks under my arms and barely slips through Brad’s grasp. She doubles back, squealing as she runs. Brad chuckles. “You’re getting faster, Katie. I’m proud of you.”

But she’s not fast enough. I know the second Brad catches her, even before I see it. Her sharp yelp and Brad’s groan say plenty. She manages to squirm away from him, but at the cost of her dress. I move away from the door again, as if I’m searching for her, and she takes the bait, running into the hall.

I track her up the stairs and to her room. She’s not obviously there, which means she’s under the bed or in her closet. I check the closet when I hear Brad on the stairs. He finds me and shuts the door behind him, panting, and wild eyed.

His muscles flex and then he eyes the underside of her bed. I head to her desk and he follows, just to change angle and drag her from under the bed. She screams and tries to flip over to crawl back under, but I catch her arms and we drop her onto her bed.

“Wait, wait,” she pants. “I-I-I can’t—”

“Can’t fight,” Brad agrees, flipping her over his shoulder and swatting her ass hard. She cries, but I grab a handful of her hair. Brad nods. “I guess we’re both going to get you.”

“Oh, I’m going to watch her face first, aren’t I, doll?” I ask darkly.

She trembles as Brad takes her back downstairs and tosses her on the couch in the living room. She tries to crawl away but we’re faster. I hold onto her shoulders and Brad rips her underwear, then thrusts into her hard and messy. She lets out a whining whimpering sound and tries to drop to her elbows, but I don’t let her. I palm her breasts and watch them bounce as Brad fucks her hard and fast, folding himself on top of her like he can make her his alone even though I’m right here.

“Fuck me,” she whines.

“We’re going to. You’re never going to get rid of us, doll,” I promise.

Her eyes start to roll back. I swat her breast, then pinch her nipple hard. She moans until I wrap my hand around her throat. “And you’re not going to finish your essay tonight.”

“Absolutely not. You have us to focus on,” Brad agrees. “You’re so fucking wet. You just love getting caught and fucked. You love pleasing us.”

“Yes,” she moans.

Her eyes flutter. I love watching her just take it. I love watching her tits bounce. I love seeing her this ruined for us. And I can’t stand it a second longer. I drop my pants and guide her mouth around my cock.

“Ours,” I say as I thrust into her mouth.

She gags, chokes, tears instantly spilling onto her cheeks, but it only pushes me harder. I grip her chin, force her eyes up to meet mine, and just hold her there while Brad pounds her from behind. There’s something animal about the way he claws at her hips, about the way his grunts fill the room and vibrate along her spine. She’s shaking, bent, gasping between us, greedy for anything we give her.

“You’re taking us so well,” I tell her, voice low, and she tries to nod. I slap her cheek, not enough to hurt, just to get her to focus. “Don’t you dare look away.”

Brad reaches under, pinching her clit between rough fingers, and she bucks. My cock slams deeper into her mouth. She whimpers, but she never once tries to pull away.

“She’s going to make a mess,” Brad grits out. “She’s going to fucking explode.”

She shakes, nearly convulsing, and I swear I can feel the vibrations down through her neck and into her mouth. I don’t let up, not even when her noises go desperate and pleading. Not even when her tongue goes limp and she looks like she’ll pass out. I become the rhythm, the pace, the certainty. I am the only thing she can breathe.

Brad groans, lets out a full-throated curse, and his hips snap forward, slamming her face into my pelvis. Her nose pushes into me, and I hold her there until she starts to panic, then I let her up just enough to gasp.

“Beg,” I order.

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