I don’t hesitate, I literally can’t when I hear the breathless needy sound she makes.

My cock throbs as I thrust into her slower, her pussy gripping me instantly, stretching around me, forcing her to take me slow, inch by thick, aching inch.

She’s so fucking tight, so fucking warm, and when her body finally sinks all the way down, fully seated on me, fully fucking mine.

“Oh, fuck—”

Her moan is soft, her head tipping back, her hands clenching around my shoulders as she struggles to breathe through the feeling of me stretching her open.

Then I hear it, a broken sound. A sharp exhale followed by a fucking whine. I don’t even have to look to know where it came from. I don’t even know how long he’s been standing there.

Tate, stroking himself, his hand moving slow, teasing, drawing out his own pleasure while he watches her take me.

His jaw is clenched, his chest rising and falling, his thighs flexing as he tightens his grip, swipes his thumb over the leaking tip, exhales sharp and uneven as he watches my cock disappear inside her.

I feel the way Haven clenches around me at the sound of him, the way her breath stutters, the way her nails bite deeper into my skin. I press my forehead against hers, my hands tightening around her waist, my hips rolling up, fucking her slow, deep, every thrust dragging another whimper from her lips, every snap of my hips making her body jolt, making her fall apart all over again.

Tate watches. This time, I don’t fucking care.

I pound into her, slow but devastating, each thrust sinking deep, stretching her, making her body shudder in my grip, making her breathless and completely gone for me. She’s whimpering, gasping, moaning my name between ragged breaths, her fingers digging into my back, her nails dragging down my skin, like she’s trying to ground herself like she doesn’t know how to handle how good this feels.

I can feel how close she is, how tight she’s squeezing around me, how her body is already trembling, how every snap of my hips is pushing her closer, how she’s about to break.

Tate’s hand slides between us, his fingers brushing against Haven’s soaked, aching clit, and the second he touches her, she lets out a choked cry, her entire body jolting, her walls pulsing so hard around me I almost lose it right then.

“Fuck, pretty girl,” Tate murmurs, his voice lower now, softer that almost sounds like admiration as his fingers circle her clit, teasing, working her up, pushing her to the edge even faster. “You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel it.”

Haven whimpers, nodding frantically, her breath coming out in quick, desperate gasps as she grinds against my cock, as she leans into Tate’s touch.