Not Tate’s. Mine. Tate’s grip tightens, his fingers pressing into her skin like a warning, like he’s about to remind her who’s inside her right now. I lose it.
I don’t even think, I just move. I slide onto the couch beside them, reach out, grabbing Haven right off Tate’s cock, dragging her into my lap. The second she’s settled, the second she gasps, her body pressing against mine? I sink inside her. Deep, all at once.

Tate doesn’t fight me. He just leans back, watching, his hand already circling his cock, stroking himself instantly, his other hand reaching between us, his fingers finding Haven’s clit.

Fuck, I can feel it. I can feel his fingers rubbing against her while I pound into her, feel the way she clenches tighter, the way she trembles, the way she’s absolutely fucking ruined between us. And I don’t know who’s in control anymore. All I know is that I need to keep going.

Tate’s hand moves faster, rubbing tight, devastating circles against Haven’s clit while his other hand strokes his cock, his grip rough, his pace brutal.

And fuck, he’s loud. Moaning, groaning, completely unfiltered, letting every filthy thought spill past his lips as he watches me pound her. “That’s it, pretty girl,” he rasps, “take every fucking inch of him.You love it, don’t you? Bet you love being stretched open by my brother while I watch, while I get off to the way you fall apart between us.”

Haven yelps, her nails clawing at my arms, her breath completely ruined as I slam into her, as my hips snap up, as I bury myself inside her over and over again.

I don’t hold back, not anymore. I know what she wants now, I know exactly how to fuck her, exactly how to make her moan, exactly how to pull those desperate, broken sounds from her lips. I know exactly how to be such a good boy for her. So I give her everything.
I go all the way in, with every single thrust, filling her so deep she gasps, yelps, her body clamping down on me like she doesn’t want to let go.
Fuck, her moans. They’re loud, sharp, completely fucking unrestrained, filling my ears, filling Tate’s ears, echoing in the space around us like music, like fucking perfection.

Tate groans, stroking himself harder, his voice thick as he watches. “Goddamn, look at you, Carter,” he pants, “finally learning how to fucking give it to her.”

Haven, losing herself, moaning, falling apart, clenching around me while Tate circles her clit, while I fill her over and over again, while both of us take her exactly the way she wants.

Tate’s hands tighten on Haven’s waist, his grip firm and he yanks her off of me.