He bites. A sharp little nip, just enough to make me shake, to make my back arch, a gasp ripping from my lips as his fingers thrust deep, curling, stroking, while his tongue slides back over the spot he just nipped. “That’s it, pretty,” Tate groans against me, his voice vibrating through my skin. “Take it. Let me fucking hear your pretty sounds.”

I can’t stop the moan that breaks free, my hips shifting, chasing the friction, chasing the fire, but his hands tighten pinning me down, keeping me right where he wants me as he starts fucking me with his fingers deeper.

“You taste so fucking good,” he moans, his breath hot, his fingers stretching me wider, his tongue licking faster. “So fucking sweet, dripping all over me, messy pretty little thing.”

Carter’s grip in my hair tightens, his mouth trailing over my jaw, down my throat, whispering soft little praises, talking me through the absolute wreckage Tate is causing.

“You’re shaking, baby,” Carter murmurs, his hands smoothing over my ribs, grounding me, keeping me from completely floating away. “Tate’s gonna make you come so good.”

Tate groans, his fingers slamming into me, hitting every spot that has me seeing stars, his tongue swirling, circling, licking, devouring me like he’s fucking starving.

“She’s close,” Tate groans, his grip tightening, his lips sealing around my clit, sucking deep, his fingers pounding faster.

My body locks up, my vision whites out, my mouth opening in a silent scream as I come so hard I swear I’m floating, so hard my whole body convulses, so hard I have no control. I gasp. “I can’t—Tate, I can’t—please—”

The flood of squirt pouring from me completely drenching Tate’s mouth, his chin, his fingers, he groans, pulling his fingers out just to rub my cum over my clit, making me whimper as he laps at every single drop. “Fuck, look at that,” Tate groans, his tongue dragging over my inner thigh, his fingers spreading me open wider just to stare. “She’s still fucking dripping.”

Carter groans, his forehead pressing against mine, his hands shaking as he strokes my hair as he tries to ground me. He whispers against my lips, soft and sweet and adoring. “So fucking beautiful, baby.”

Tate looks up at him, a smirk tugging at his lips, his fingers still teasing over my soaked pussy. “Come taste her,” he says. Carter, his lips swollen from kissing me through every devastating orgasm they’ve dragged out of me.
Before Carter can get between my thighs though Tate says the unthinkable.

“I want to feel you with him, Haven.” His voice is almost soft as his fingers trace over my pussy. “I want us both inside you.”

My entire body locks up, my breath stalling, my fingers gripping the sheets in sheer disbelief.