I wake up because someone is already inside me.
Not Grant. Smaller than him, faster. A hand is clamped over my mouth so I don’t make noise. Another hand is spreading my ass open.
“Morning, sis,” Jace whispers against my ear. He’s spooned behind me, c**k buried to the hilt in my sore, still-full p***y, f*****g me in short, filthy strokes while I’m barely conscious. Cole is in front of me, kneeling, rubbing the leaking head of his c**k across my lips.
“Open.”
I open. He slides over my tongue and into my throat like he owns it.
Grant is awake too. I feel the mattress shift as he sits up to watch his sons use me before breakfast.
“Don’t come in her cunt,” Grant says, voice rough with sleep. “That’s mine this morning. Use her mouth and her ass. Stretch the other hole. I want her walking f
