“Yeah?” Tate’s strokes get firmer, more precise, his other hand gliding over his own cock, still teasing himself, watching every fucking reaction we pull from her. “You want Carter to make you come hard? You want him to feel you break around him don’t you?”

“Yes—oh, fuck—yes!”

I groan, my grip tightening, my thrusts getting harder, deeper, my body completely lost to it now, to her, to the way she’s unraveling for me, to the way she’s moaning, whimpering, gasping my name as Tate rubs her faster, as he coaxes her to the brink, as he talks her through it, his voice smooth and so fucking confident. I’m almost envious.

“Then come for him, pretty,” Tate breathes, his words a command, his fingers relentless. “Show him how fucking good he’s making you feel.”

Haven breaks. Her body tightens, her muscles locking up, her breath catching in her throat before she finally lets go, her orgasm slamming through her so hard she almost sobs from it. I feel all of it. The way she clenches around me, the way she squeezes my cock so fucking tight it nearly sends me over the edge with her, the way her thighs tremble, the way her nails dig into my back, the way her breath is a broken mess of gasps and cries and my fucking name.

“That’s it.” Tate murmurs, still rubbing her clit teasing her through it, making her shudder and whimper and moan as he strokes himself in his other hand, his voice unshakable. “That’s my girl. Ride it out, ride out that perfect feeling. Fucking take it.”

Haven cries out, her head falling forward against my shoulder, her body writhing, her walls pulsing and clenching so fucking hard around me that I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming inside her.

Tate isn’t done. “You feel so fucking good coming all over his cock, don’t you?” His fingers slow down, keeping her overstimulated, dragging it out, making sure she feels every last wave of pleasure. “But you’re not done yet, pretty. Not even close.”

I swallow hard, still buried inside her, still feeling the way she throbs around me, still holding onto the last shred of control I have.

Tate leans in, his lips brushing against her ear. “Because when you’re done making a mess on your little golden boy, you’re going to come all over my cock next.”

Haven doesn’t even have time to recover, to catch her breath, to do anything except fucking move. Her hips roll, her body still trembling from her orgasm, tightening around me, pulsing, still overstimulated, still completely fucking gone but she doesn’t stop.

She rides me, bouncing, grinding, her hands splayed across my chest, her lips parted, her moans loud and desperate as she loses herself in it, as she chases another high, as she makes a fucking mess of me.

“Fuck, Haven—”