Haven sends another moan around my cock, making my hips jerk forward, making me lose every ounce of hesitation I still had.
I fuck her mouth harder, slipping deeper past her lips, feeling her tongue glide along my length, feeling the warmth of her throat tighten around me every time Tate slams into her. “Y-you take me so well, baby—so fucking perfect.”

He drags a hand down gripping the nape of her neck, pinning her in place as he fucks her harder, deeper, groaning at the way she clenches around him. “Such a greedy fucking girl,” he pants, “taking everything we give you, letting us fucking ruin you.”

Haven moans around me, her entire body trembling, her fingers clawing at my thighs, trying to ground herself, trying to keep up, but she can’t, she’s too fucking lost in the way we’re both using her.

I’m right there with her. I can’t do anything except fuck into her mouth harder, let her lips wrap around me, let her take me as deep as she can, because I’ve never felt anything like this in my fucking life.

Tate just laughs, slamming into her harder, dragging her back onto his cock like he’s making a fucking point. “That’s it,” he groans, “take it”—he pounds harder, “like a good girl.”

Fuck, I can’t take it. The way her tongue moves against me, the way her throat tightens, the way she moans, it’s too much.
A deep, wrecked groan tears from my throat, my fingers tightening in her hair, my hips snapping forward one last time before I lose it.
I spill inside her mouth, thick cum filling her throat, and she takes it all, swallows around me, taking me for everything I have.
I don’t even realize I’m talking, don’t even realize I’ve started whispering the words to her. “That’s it, baby, f-fuck, you feel so good, you take me so fucking well.”

Tate groans at that, his pace growing rougher, his thrusts harder, more punishing as he grips her waist and pulls her back onto his cock. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, “swallow all of him while I fucking ruin you.”

Haven yelps, moans, her body jerking forward under the force of Tate’s thrusts, but she doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull away, she fucking loves it.
I need her. Need to feel her, taste her, remind her who just filled her mouth. I grab her chin, tilting her face up, crashing my lips against hers, tasting myself on her tongue as she melts into me. Her fingers digging into my shoulders, her body still shuddering, still taking everything Tate is giving her. Finally she manages to talk, her voice uneven, raw. “More.”

Tate lets out a groan, slamming into her even harder, making her cry out. “Fuck, pretty girl, you’re gonna have to be a lot more specific than that.”