She whimpers. Her hands clench against my thighs, her body trembling, her throat working around me as she struggles to keep up with both of us.

I know my brother. I know how he is. I know how fucking ruthless he can be. So I try to focus, try to keep myself grounded, try not to let the way she feels around me completely take over as I snap at him between ragged breaths. “Don’t—fuck—don’t hurt her.”

Tate laughs as he leans over her, his mask brushing against her ear, “She can handle it.”

Tate is loud. He has no hesitation, no filter, no shame in letting every single thought slip past his lips as he fucks Haven hard enough to jolt the couch, hard enough to make her whimper, moan, struggle to keep both of us inside her. “That’s it, pretty girl,” he groans, voice thick. “Taking me so fucking well. So goddamn tight, so wet—fuck, you feel that? This is what it’s like to get fucked by someone who knows exactly what he’s doing.”

Mother fuc— I try to ignore him. Try to focus on her instead.
Her mouth still wrapped around my cock, so warm, so soft, so fucking perfect, and every time Tate thrusts into her, she moans around me, sending vibrations straight through my body.
I press a hand against the couch above her head, steadying myself, the other dragging down her chest, palming her tits, rolling a hardened nipple between my fingers as I watch the way her body reacts to everything happening to her. She’s so fucking responsive, desperate.
I should be talking to her too, I should be saying something, but all I can do is groan, all I can do is fucking feel.

“Your mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my brother’s cock,” Tate groans, thrusting into her harder, dragging her against him, forcing a wrecked whimper from her lips. “Bet he’s never had anything like this before, huh? Bet you’re making him lose his fucking mind.”

I groan, my fingers gripping the couch, my cock twitching in her mouth because he’s right. I am losing my fucking mind, I don’t know how much longer I can last.

Tate grips Haven’s hips like he owns her, pulling her back onto his cock with every brutal thrust, his pace ruthless, his words filthier than anything I could ever say.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groans, “You love this, don’t you? Letting both of us ruin you, letting us stretch you open, letting me use this pussy like it’s all mine.”