Her Brother, Her Mate

Mark lifts me in his arms, my arms wrapping around his neck. I lock my legs around his waist as he carries me out of the shower stall. Mitch turns the water off, grabbing a large, fluffy towel, wrapping it around me, letting Mark tuck it between us. Mitch dries himself while Mark carries me into our bedroom, rubbing his hands over my body, helping the towel to absorb the moisture before laying me on the bed.

Mitchel comes around him, handing him a towel, then dipping down to splay k****s on my knee, his mouth working up my body until he reaches my mouth, his warm tongue diving in, making me swoon, stealing my breath and capturing my m***s.

“Are you sure you’re not too tired, baby girl?”

I pecked his lips, then nodded, “I need it. I need you two.”

He g****s, stealing my lips, fervent and hungry. His hands on my body send my desire for them over the edge. His thumb is circling my pebbled n****e, his hand gripping my h*p, holding my body in place as I fight him, wanting to grind my aching p***y against him, searching for friction to fight off the burning need.

The bed dips, Mark crawling toward me, turning my face to his, cupping my cheek, his warm breath fanning over me as he stares into my eyes. He is looking at me with so much love and adoration, it makes my heart skip.

“I love you, sugar. Goddess, you are so f*****g beautiful,” he whispers before his lips meet mine, controlling and dominating.

Mitchel’s mouth is sucking my n****e, his tongue flicking over it, caressing and teasing me. His hand is cupping my s*x, then his middle finger slips inside me, making me m**n. His throbbing, hard d**k is rubbing against my leg, h**s rocking slightly as he is rubbing his velvety skin over mine.

Mark fondles my other breast, massaging and kneading it, his fingers barely brushing around my areola, driving me wild as the tingles radiate into my core. Marks chuckles lightly as my frustration builds, making me pull away and glare at him.

“What’s wrong?” he husks, nuzzling the side of my face, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

“Don’t tease me,” I whimper. Mitchel is slowly pumping his solitary finger inside me, smiling around my erect n****e as my frustration continues to rise.

“We’re trying to be slow and sweet,” Mark whispered, his deep voice making goosebumps rise on my sensitive skin.

“I don’t want slow and sweet,” I begged, my voice sounding desperate and needy to my own ears.

“What do you want, baby girl?” Mitchel asks, staring up at me. His tongue slowly flattens, flicking up over my wet and hard n****e, the cool air making it tighten painfully as I whimper, my back arching, needing more.

“f**k me. f**k me, now, please!” I cried out, my entire body blazing, needing and wanting them to put out the fire inside me.

“Oh, my, f**k,” Mitchel shivers, groaning.

“You’re getting pregnant tonight, sugar,” Mark growls, biting down on my ear, the pain making my p***y throb, leaking more around Mitchel’s finger. “Is she wet enough?” Mark asks.

His finger joins his brother’s inside me, making me squirm. It’s not enough. I need more. I need all of them. Their teasing fingers and mouths aren’t helping. They’re fanning the flames higher.

Mark chuckles darkly, then g****s. “s**t, she’s so wet.” He circles around his brother’s finger, then inserts another, coating his fingers completely in my slick juices. “f**k her, Mitch. Get her dripping for me.”

Mitchel lifts me, making me straddle his lap, slamming my body down, his shaft diving into my tight, swollen p***y. My legs were shaking violently from the sudden assault. He’s gripping my h**s firmly, guiding my body to ride him furiously. I throw my head back, submitting my body entirely to his will now that my needs are being met.

Mark is rubbing my slickness coated on his fingers up and down his d**k, watching with heated eyes as Mitchel f***s me, making me cry out incoherently with each thrust. Mark pressed against my back, grabbing a fistfull of my hair, angling my head to give him access to my mouth.

“Do you like that? Do you like it when Mitch f***s your tight cunt?”

“Yes,” I cried, “I lo-….I love it,” I gasped out, Mitchel going faster and harder, Mark’s dirty talk egging him on. “Want me to f**k your a*s, sugar? Want me to drive my d**k deep into your a*s while Mitch continues to pound that delicious p***y?”

“Yes!” f**k yes, I want that. I love it when they f**k me in both sides at the same time. I love it when I feel so full I can barely hold on. My o*****s feel so much more powerful, so much deeper. “f**k my a*s, baby. I want your d**k in my a*s,” I cried, Mark growling at my words.

Mitchel slows, pulling out just long enough for Mark to take more of my moisture, my juices dripping over his hand, then Mitchel drives right back into me, moaning as my walls flex around his hard length.

Mark rubs my slickness around and into my backdoor, my muscles tightening around his fingers, anticipating something even thicker and harder. Mitchel is barely rocking me against his pelvis, giving Mark a chance to stretch me in the a*s.

Mark’s fingers leave me, his velvety head, coated in my wetness, presses against my back entrance, pushing through it slowly. His hands heat, and I know he’s using his magic to take the pain, leaving me with nothing but pleasure as he slides in to the hilt.

Mitchel grips my h**s tighter, bruisingly so, lifting me up and slamming my body back down, their d***s stretching and pulsing inside my tunnels, my strangled cries of their names filling our room, along with the scents of our sweat and passion. Mark is twisting my n*****s, pulling them painfully, the sensation traveling to my clit, building my pleasure as I slip closer and closer to the edge.

“You are going to look so hot, round with our baby,” Mark kissed his mark, making tingles and sparks erupt all over my body.

“f**k, she’s going to be f*****g gorgeous,” Mitchel growls, bringing my body down harder and harder. I’m so close. My nails are digging into Mitchel’s shoulders, my head thrashing on Mark’s. They are overwhelming every inch of me.

“Do you want to have our baby, sugar? Do you want us to f**k you until you get pregnant?”

“Yes! Please,” I m**n, my legs starting to shake with my oncoming o****m.

“I’m going to shoot my c*m so deep in you, baby. Are you going to take all my c*m? Are you going to be a good girl and take everything I give you?” Mitchel growls hoarsely.

“YES! YES!”

“Fuuck…” Mark grunts, his d**k pulsing in my a*s as I c*m all around Mitchel’s merciless length. My legs were shaking violently, my body slumping back against Mark’s hard chest. Mitchel stills, groaning as he pours all of him into my womb.

“Holy s**t, that was so much,” Mitchel pants, looking between us, watching as his seed spills out around his c**k.

“Keep it in her,” Mark complained. Mitchel hurries his finger around his d**k in my folds, fighting a losing battle trying to get his c*m back inside me.

“f**k, we need to have her do a handstand or something,” he complains.

“No way,” I pant, climbing off their laps while they protest, trying to hold me in place. “I got what I wanted. I’m going to sleep.”

My body is more relaxed than ever. Sated and happy, my nethers are sore in a good way. I’m going to sleep. They can do handstands by themselves.

“Baby….”

“Sugar….”

I ignore them, a small, happy smile playing on my lips as I quickly drift off to sleep.