Page 128 of Bro Doll

Finn drops the pizza boxes on the counter with a loud thud. “You guys are gonna turn his guts into soup.”

Grant laughs. “Doubt there’s much left in there at this point.”

“Facts.”

I don’t give a fuck about their shit-talk. How can I when I’m full of cock and having a blast? And honestly, I don’t care. Let them. My brain’s melted into a puddle of fucked-out bliss, my thighs shaking as they find a rhythm—Reid thrusting in hard while Miles pulls back, then switching so Miles fucks up into me while Reid drags out slow. Over and over until I’m just a drooling mess between them, my hole stretched obscenely around two fat cocks.

“I’m close,” I gasp against Miles’ mouth, my hips stuttering. “Fuck—I’m gonna—”

I can’t hold back anymore—my balls tighten and my cock pulses before I’m fucking coming untouched. Miles groans into my mouth, his cock twitching inside me as he unloads too, and Reid follows with a rough grunt, his thrusts turning jerky as he pumps me full.

Reid pulls out, and I can feel my hole gaping and dripping cum onto the couch (bringing the mattress was useless after all). Miles leans back against the backrest, hugging me against his chest.

“Congrats, you nasty fucks,” Finn says through a mouthful of pizza. “You just turned Kit into a fucking Twinkie.”

Reid wipes his cock on my back, chuckling. “Filling’s included.”

Miles kisses my face, still buried inside. Both of us laughing too. “Best Super Bowl ever.”

And fuck if I don’t agree.

My brain’s fucking soup, my body is limp and used, and my ass is totally packed to the brim with my roommates-slash-boyfriends’ fluids, and all I can do is grin, blissed-out and dumb.

Maybe we’re just a house full of absolute degenerates, watching the game, eating pizza, destroying yours truly’s guts.

But looking around the room at the family we built, I know I’m exactly where I belong.