The dual stimulation is overwhelming. Carter’s fingers on my clit, his cock pounding into me, and Tate’s dick sliding in and out of my mouth. It’s too much and not enough, my whole body tenses.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” Carter whimpers.
Tate’s grip on my hair tightens. “Look at me when you come, pretty girl. I want to see your eyes.”
I force my gaze up to meet his, my vision blurring as I cry out, the sound muffled by Tate’s cock as my body convulses, my pussy clamping down on Carter’s dick.
“Fuck, yes,” Carter whines, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. “So fucking tight, sweetheart, I’m gonna fill your pussy.”
Tate’s hips jerk, and with a final, deep thrust his hot cum coats my tongue and throat. I swallow it down as quickly as I can.
Carter follows a moment later, his body stiffening as he buries himself deep inside me, his own cum pulsing into myclenching pussy. He collapses against my back, and Tate’s eyes meet mine.
“Switch.”
Carter groans, hesitating. “I… I’m still—”
“You’ll be fine.”
I shake my head. “Tate… I can’t—”
He presses me into his lap and I feel every inch of him inside me before I can finish my sentence. His hands grip my hips, tilting me, rocking me up into him slowly. “Just like this… slow and steady. Trust me, pretty girl.”
My thighs tremble as I cling to him, moaning “Fuck… ,” I gasp as my fingers clutch his shoulders.
I hear Carter shift behind me, hesitating, and Tate motions hi head towards my pussy. “Come on Carter, just a second. I’ll guide you. You’ll fit this time, I promise.”
Carter swallows hard. “Are… are you sure? I don’t want to hurt—.”
“You won’t,” Tate groans, tilting me against him. “I’ve got her. You just slide in, slow. She wants it, right pretty girl, you ready?”
“I-I think so,” I breathe, my hips rocking unconsciously against him.
The second Carter starts moving in behind me, guided by Tate’s hands on my hips, the stretch doubles me over. “Oh fuck… Carter!” I cry out.
My chest presses against Tate’s chest, and he keeps me steady. “That’s it, feel him. You can take him. You’re safe with us.”
Carter groans, shoving forward carefully. “Shit… you feel so good, Haven,” he says with a breath ragged, his hands on my hips above Tate’s.
I bite my lip, trying to ride both of them, shivering with the overwhelming fullness. “I… I can’t—fuck—so much!” My hipsjerk, my chest pressing harder against Tate as he guides me and groans in my ear, one hand braced against my stomach now, the other on my hip. “I’ve got you, angel. Just a few more seconds. Breathe, you’re okay.”
Carter whimpers behind me. “You’re incredible, Haven… don’t stop. Just… oh fuck…”
I’m trembling against Tate, rocking down on them, every movement sends fire through me, and I can feel Carter moving inside me, thrusting slow at first, then faster, chasing his own rhythm.
“Shit, Haven… you feel so good,” He pants, his hands brushing over my ribs. “God… you’re incredible.”
“I… I can’t—oh fuck, I’m so full!” I cry out again into Tate as he tilts me, controlling my every roll and grind. “Tate… too much—”
“Don’t stop, pretty girl, I’ve got you. Ride it. Ride us both.”
I shiver as I try to match both their movements, my hips bucking against Tate as he leans me back, holding me just right, just enough so that Carter can hit me deeper.
Carter groans, burying his face close to my neck. “Fuck, Haven… I can’t—shit, I’m losing it,” he pants, gripping my hips tighter. His movements are messy, desperate, and I feel his cum shoot inside me, every pulse catching me off guard.
“Ride it, pretty girl. That’s it, take my brother’s cum.” Tate groans, his hands pushing harder against my stomach. “Don’t stop. Take him. Take me. You’re perfect for this. Fuckkk, just like that!”
I whimper at the feeling of Carter slide out of me. “Ohhhh fuck, oh god!” My hands clutch at Tate and then it happens mid-thrust there’s a suddencrack.
