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I obey even as my eyes water. Henry keeps thrusting into my throat again and again. I know he likes being in control, and I want to please him, want him to feel good. He deserves it, and I love having reminders of how much they want me—a sore throat, a sore ass, their cum filling me, bite marks, and everything else they give me.
I suck hard and fast until he comes down my throat, emptying so far back, I don’t get a taste until he pulls me off his cock. I lap at the head, making him groan. I give one more long lick, determined to get every drop. I graze my tongue over my lips as I sit on my heels.
“Such a good girl. You want more, don’t you? You’re never satisfied just blowing one of us, are you?” Henry asks.
I slowly shake my head. “I like pleasing all of you.”
“Prove it,” Carter growls.
“Oh, no, you don’t. I get her next,” Brad snarls. “You had her in the classroom.”
“I’d say that sucks, but Katie’s mouth is nearly wrapped around me,” Carter says as he catches my shirt and drags me against him, so I’m nearly hugging his leg. “And you’re going to be good for me, aren’t you, Doll?” Carter asks.
“Fuck you,” Brad hisses.
“You’re the youngest. Wait your turn,” Carter snaps.
Brad grabs the back of my neck as he steps forward. He turns me to him and hisses. “I don’t have to wait.”
“You had her mouth already.”
“And you had her pussy,” Brad argues. “I’m taking Katie.”
They’re getting more and more worked up, closer and closer to hitting each other, I can tell. I swallow hard and glance between them nervously as Brad’s hand tightens on my neck and Carter’s hand tenses on my shirt.
I normally love being caught between them, but this… this feels like more. This new demanding element and possessive side of both of them is threatening to tear us apart even though now we can really be together—out and in the open.
“You can fix this, Angel. You know you can, preferably before the punching starts,” Henry whispers.
I crawl closer between Brad and Carter so they can’t go toe to toe. Neither of them notices me. They’re too busy insulting and growling at each other, arguing why they should have me first.
Rather than listen to them, I unzip Brad’s pants. I peek up at him, and Brad’s grip on my neck loosens as his eyes drop to me. He takes a sharp breath as he watches me slide his pants down his legs. I keep staring up at him through my watery eyes until he groans as I lick over the head of his hard cock.
I swirl my tongue around him, then nod, trying to tell him I want them all, no matter the order, no matter who had me first or last. His hand softens a bit more, and Carter’s hand on my shirt strengthens to slip it off me, exposing my breasts.
“Fuck,” Brad hisses.
I suck him as deeply as I can, until I gag. But I take my time working back to the head of his cock. Brad guides me further up on my knees until he can palm my breast with his other hand.
I pop off his cock and work him with my hand now that he’s all nice and wet. “Fight over me by fucking me, not actually fighting, please.”
“We’ll see,” Brad growls.
He takes an unsteady breath as I work his cock, but he’s still pissed. I can tell by the way his jaw keeps twitching. I turn to Carter and undo his pants to give him the same treatment.
Carter makes a low sound as I lap at the head of his cock, then take him deep, sucking every inch until my eyes water from my throat spasming around his length. I draw back, but he catches my hair and forces me down on him two more times quickly before surrendering me.
I moan and turn to Brad, licking and sucking him again as I work Carter with my hand. Instead of letting Brad go entirely, I use my fingers on his balls. His chin lifts, but his gaze is focused on my shiny lips stretched around his cock desperately so I can take as much of him as possible.
“I prefer your method of ending fights,” Carter groans.
Popping off Brad’s cock with what I hope is a loving look, I turn to Carter and lick a straight line over the base of his cock.
“That’s a good slut. Take us both,” Brad orders while pinching my nipple to the point of pain. Carter cups my other breast, palming and kneading while I take him fully in my mouth.
Back and forth I switch between them, using my mouth and hands accordingly until they’re both panting and fighting for my attention but not fighting each other. I wish I could fit them both in my mouth and down my throat, wish I could give them what they want most.
Especially since they keep switching who’s playing with my tits. Whoever I’mnotblowing keeps trying to steal back my attention by playing with my nipples and breasts, exploiting how sensitive they are.
