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“Show me you want me, little slut. Take me the way you need, let’s go,” Brad orders sharply with another hard swat to my ass.

I whimper with a roll of my hips since that’s all I can do, riding him as he pounds into me at a pace that leaves me breathless and totally unable to speak. All I can do is feel him, use him, savor every sharp, intense thrust.

Carter nods. “That’s right, take it.”

Carter reaches forward and jerks my hair back, exposing my throat to Brad who’s more than happy to lay his claim by leaving a hickey and a bitemark on my neck.

“So fucking delicious,” Brad snarls as his fingers dig into my ass.

The whole car shakes from how hard he is with me, over and over while I fight the pleasure that’s curling my toes. I let out sobbing moans, but I know Brad’s not there, not yet.

“Talk to me. Tell me how good it feels. Tell me who owns this pussy,” Brad orders.

“You!” I yell. “It’s yours. I’m yours. Please, please,” I beg.

“What do you want? I need to hear it. Use your words,” Brad growls.

He swats my ass again, so hard I’m sure it’ll bruise, but I can’t make myself care. I need him exactly as he is, never gentle, always testing my limits. “I need you. I need you to make me come!” I shudder as I’m getting closer and closer to my orgasm. I whimper. “Please!”

“Not yet, you don’t. You’re going to earn it,” Brad snarls.

Carter looks me over and licks his lips. “If this car were bigger…”

“She’s all mine to enjoy,” Brad snarls as he jackhammers into me, making my eyes roll back.

“Please, please, Brad. You’re so good. I’m so close. Please,” I cry, tears pricking my eyes as Carter tugs my hair again.

“Hold it,” Brad answers sharply as he increases the pace, losing his rhythm while my pussy tightens around his pumping cock.

“Fuck, you should be naked,” Carter groans. “I should be behind you, fucking your tight little ass until you remember exactly who you belong to. Until you can’t think about anyone but us. So tight and hot and wet. All ours. Our perfect doll.”

The sound of skin on skin echoes as Brad slams into me until he’s groaning and panting. “Fuck, come, Katie. Come now or not at all.”

His fingers brush my back door, and that’s all I need. The little bit of pressure alongside Carter’s words pushes me over the edge and I come hard.

I try and fail to bury my face in Brad’s neck. I’m sure anyone in the parking lot can hear me as I chant Brad’s name, but I don’t care. I can’t care. All that exists are Brad and Carter.

I feel twice as exposed when Brad comes in me, my head jerked back until my crown touches the steering wheel, my back arched so no one would be able to question whether we’re fucking. It’s just that obvious.

“Such a good girl,” Carter praises.

“Now you’re properly filled,” Brad says before swatting my ass. “Take your seat so we can get home and eat, sweet slut.”

When we get home, I search around for Henry, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

With a sigh, I head back to the dining room where Carter has set up the Chinese. He knows more than me as he didn’t put a plate down for Henry.

“How were classes today?” Brad asks as we take our seats and dive in.

I take my time with my orange chicken, waiting for my stomach to settle a bit. Once it does, I happily take a bite and nod. “They’re good, really good. I wish one of my professors would do more than read from the textbook.”

“That just means he doesn’t know the material.” Carter snorts. “If he knew what he was talking about, he’d be able to actually teach instead of narrate.”

Brad glances from me to Carter. I can’t help but wonder if he feels left out now that he can’t linger around my classes.

I lick over my bottom lip and glance between my two boyfriends. How has this gotten so… easy?

“Katie?” Brad asks.

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