I swear to God, I’m already getting hard again. Haven gasps against my lips, her body trembling beneath both of us, but she doesn’t back down. She doesn’t whimper, doesn’t shy away, doesn’t let Tate think for a fucking second that she’s broken yet. Instead, she talks back. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Tate goes still, just for a second. Just long enough for me to see the way his shoulders tense, the way his grip flexes against her waist, like she just fucking dared him.

His fingers snap up, wrapping around her throat hard, pulling her up against his chest as he slams into her, harder, rougher, a pace so brutal it rocks her forward, forcing a sharp, choked-out moan from her lips. “You wanna be fucked like a pretty slut, is that it?” Tate growls, his voice nothing but raw. “Then fucking take it.” His hand tightens on her throat, his other locking onto her hip as he drags her onto his cock, forcing her to take every single inch of him, every rough snap of his hips, every brutal thrust as he claims her.

My cock aches. It should be fucking spent, should be completely done after everything I just gave her, should be softening by now, but… but watching her fall apart between us, watching the way she fights back, watching the way she gets off on being handled like this? God, this is fucking insane.

I should snap at Tate, should tell him to be careful, should remind him that this is Haven, not some random hookup, not some meaningless fuck.

Instead I just watch. Tate’s grip tightens on Haven’s throat before he suddenly shifts, pulling her up, flipping their positions, dragging her into his lap so that she’s straddling him.

Her knees sink into the couch on either side of his thighs, her hands gripping his shoulders, and I can see it, all of it.

The way her pussy is stretched around him, the way her breath shudders as he thrusts up into her, the way his hands lock onto her ass, guiding her movements as she starts riding him. I don’t know what the fuck to do.
I should be out of my fucking mind after everything that’s happened. But my cock? It’s fucking rock hard again.

Tate is still running his mouth. “That’s right, pretty,” he groans, guiding her up and down on his cock, “fucking take it. Thought you were all mouth before, but look at you now, riding me like you were made to take every inch of me.”

Haven whimpers, tipping her head back, her breath coming out in sharp gasps as she moves faster, as Tate keeps up with her, his hips snapping up, meeting every drop of her weight.

And then, she moans my fucking name.