Tate fucks me slowly, his hips rocking up in lazy, shallow thrusts, not enough to hurt, not enough to push me over again, just enough to keep me right here, between them, surrounded, cherished, claimed. “You’re not going anywhere, pretty girl.” Tate’s thrusts stay slow, so achingly deep, his cock stretching me, filling me, but not taking, just letting me feel him. Every inch, every roll of his hips, every pulse of his cock inside me. “You’re gonna stay right here, dripping for us, shaking for us, begging until you forget you ever belonged to anyone else but me and him.” My thighs trembling, my skin hot, my breathing uneven as my head rests against his shoulder. I don’t have the strength to do anything but take it, to let him have me exactly the way he wants. I can barely keep my eyes open, can barely focus, but I don’t have to. Tate’s cock moving inside me, stretching me with those deep, lazy strokes. He leans me back as Carter’s mouth is getting closer until he kisses my pussy. A deep trembling gasp leaves my lips as Carter’s tongue flicks over my clit, soft, teasing, and my whole body jerks. My thighs tense, my fingers clutch at Tate’s arms where they hold me, but I don’t stop it. “Please,” I whimper, voice cracked and desperate, “don’t stop… don’t stop, please… I’m yours… I’m all yours…”

Carter’s tongue moves in slow, deliberate circles, his lips wrapping around me, sucking just enough to make me whimper, my body trembling. Tate groans, his cock still thrusting at that torturous, aching pace. “That’s it, pretty angel,” Tate breathes against my neck, his lips brushing my ear. “Take it all. Let us take care of you.”

Carter’s tongue never stops moving, slow circles over my clit, his mouth soft and warm, the suction just enough to keep my nerves firing, to keep my body on the edge of something devastatingly perfect. His hands are gentle on my thighs, keeping them spread, keeping me exactly where he wants me as he licks me like he’s savoring every second, like he wants to pull every last drop of pleasure from me. Tate’s pace shifts, still slow and deep, but harder now, his cock pushing inside me with more deliberate thrusts. His hands are on my waist, his fingers digging in to hold me steady as he takes me the way he wants.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips, my head falling back against Tate’s shoulder, my fingers threading through Carter’s hair as his tongue moves faster, pushing me higher, pushing me exactly where they want me. “There you go, pretty,” Tate breathes against my ear, his voice thick with need. “Let go for us, for me.”