Tate’s fingers tighten around my jaw, tilting my head up toward him, his lips brushing over mine, his voice low. “You can’t take our cocks anymore,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding through my soaked pussy before moving back up my body. “But you can take our cum.”

My breath catches, even as my muscles protest, as my body begs for rest. I don’t deny either of them. I just blink up at him, dazed, as he and Carter both move onto their knees beside me. Carter’s hesitant, his lips parting, his brows furrowing slightly as he watches Tate grip his cock, pumping it in slow, even strokes. “Tate, I don’t thi—”

“Shut the fuck up and touch yourself.”

Carter exhales shakily, his hand finally wrapping around his own cock, and my stomach tightens at the sight, both of them touching themselves above me, their eyes raking over my ruined body. Their hands stroke slow at first, their gazes devouring. I feel every flick of their wrists like it’s happening to me, like I’m the one being touched, being pleasured, being wrecked all over again. I can’t help it, I finally open my eyes fully, taking them both in, my breath coming in shallow little gasps as I watch them pump their thick, aching cocks, as their hands glide over, as their muscles flex, as their groans fill the air. Carter’s eyes fall down to meet mine.

Tate doesn’t break eye contact at all either. His jaw clenches, his muscles tensing, his hips stuttering forward slightly, he groans, deep and rough, his cock jerking in his hand as a thick shot of cum shoot across my stomach, my hips, my soaked, swollen pussy.

I moan, my thighs twitching, my nails digging into the sheets as the warmth of him coats me. “Fuck, angel,” he breathes, his hand still moving over his cock, his chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven breaths. “So fucking pretty covered in me.”

Carter is next. He tries to hold back, tries to keep control, but the second he sees me like this, sees me covered in his brother’s cum, his grip tightens, his breath shatters, his hips buck forward, he spills all over my tits, my throat, my parted lips. I whimper, my tongue darting out to taste him, my body aching, spent, but completely, utterly theirs. Carter lets out a broken sound, his cock pulsing in his hand, his cum still dripping onto my skin, his free hand smoothing over my cheek, his touch sweet.

Tate grins, dragging a finger through the mess on my stomach, bringing it up to my lips. “Now, that’s a good girl.”