“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.”