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Brad’s cock is thick, wider than Carter’s, and he fills me with a brutal, perfect stretch. He pounds into me and every thrustleaves me aching, desperate for more. Carter holds my shoulders to brace me as Brad fucks me, and the blindfold makes every touch, every slap of flesh, every groan of pleasure seem a thousand times louder. I moan, I whimper, I sob, and neither of them stops to let me breathe.

Pressure builds on my ass as Brad glides his fingers inside, pumping in sync with his cock.

“Fuck,” I cry out as my hips move with him. My stomach tightens, his cock thrusts deeper inside me.

The sound of Carter’s zipper perks my ears and the bed shifts under me. “You can take it,” Carter growls in my ear. “God, look at you… made for us. You were born to be filled up.”

Brad grips my collar and tugs me slightly up, giving Carter the space to move under me, his heated skin gliding under mine. Brad slows his hips as he continues to stretch my ass with his fingers.

He pulls his cock out and nudges it against my ass. He doesn’t go slow, but he’s careful, in his way. Brad presses into my ass, inch by inch, until he bottoms out.

“A perfect little slut who likes to be used, don’t you?” Brad groans.

“Yes,” I sob with a moan.

Carter’s hands close over my breasts, squeezing and rolling my nipples until I whimper, then both his thumbs press hard, pinning them flat. I flinch as his tongue laps my clit. I can’t see his position but as I don’t feel his legs by my head, I can only assume his body lies diagonally under me. Carter’s tongue is relentless, but it’s the way he groans, wet and animal, that undoes me.

Brad’s pace is merciless, each thrust into my ass pushing me harder onto Carter’s mouth. Carter moans against me, the vibrations in my clit, my thighs, everywhere, and I thrash in the cuffs, desperate to touch either of them, both of them. Carterpulls away and I try to listen to where he is as I feel him turning and shifting under me. Then he’s guiding his cock into me.

“Oh god,” I scream as both holes are filled.

“Take it, doll,” Carter pants, voice a growl. “Show us how much you love it.” He fucks up into me and his thumb circles my clit, merciless, making my whole body vibrate.

Brad tends forward, lips at my ear. “This is what you want,” he rasps, “being full, being ruined. You’re so fucking tight, little slut. I can feel Carter’s cock through your walls.” He grinds against me, then slaps my ass so hard I bite down on a scream. “Say it. Say you want us both.”

“I want you… both of you, please… fuck…” My words dissolve as the rhythm picks up, two cocks working me.

Carter’s mouth is on my tits, sucking a nipple hard, then biting gently, tongue soothing the sting before he switches sides as Brad fists my hair, tilting my head so he can bite my shoulder, mark me.

“Good girl, good dirty doll,” Carter hums, his thrusts slow and deep, perfect counterpoint to Brad’s savage jackhammering. “Don’t hold back, don’t you dare hide.” He moves the blindfold aside just enough so I can see Brad’s face, flushed and wild, sweat shining down his temple. The sight makes me spasm, and both men groan in unison.

It’s too much, it’s everything, and I can’t hold back. I wail as my body clamps down, muscles seizing as the orgasm rips through me. I see stars as Brad slams deep, his cock pulsing in my ass. Carter grinds into my pussy, his own climax building as he strokes my clit through every wave. I feel them both flood me, the pressure inside almost unbearable, and I fall, alive and boneless and held together only by their hands.

“Perfect,” Carter whispers, holding my face, kissing away the tears I didn’t know I shed.

“Fuck,” Brad growls, his fingers gentle as he rubs circles into my hip.

I can’t move, can barely breathe, but I don’t want to. Every inch of me is burning and slick with sweat, every nerve still trembling.

They come down at the same time, both of them wrapping arms around me, petting and soothing and uncuffing my wrists. I curl between them, limp and trembling and so stupid-happy I can’t form words. Carter tugs the blindfold off, wipes the tears from my cheeks, and kisses my hair. “That’s our girl. So good, always.”

Brad scrapes his stubble along my jaw, then says, softer than I’ve ever heard him, “I love you, Katie.”

My eyes burn as his words settle and I lean closer to him, basking in his touch as Carter wipes me down with a towel. I try to move, but Brad keeps me close. “Let us take care of you.”

I hum, sensing the collar loosening. “I won’t take this off yet,” Brad teases and shuts the clasp again.

They keep me sandwiched between them all night, even as I drift in and out of sleep, my body shuddering with aftershocks, my mind quiet. There’s nothing to fear here, nothing to regret, not even the potential trial or the memory of Henry’s sad eyes as he watched us drive away.

Chapter thirteen

Brad

My bare feet move over the deck, phone pressed tight to my ear. Henry’s on the other end of the line, but it’s the version of him that belongs to the office. Clipped, cold, every phrase measured for impact.

“Brad.”

I set my jaw and gaze out at the lake. “Did you get everything?”

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