Page 49 of No Save Point

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.”

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.”

I swear to God, I’m already getting hard again. Haven gasps against my lips, her body trembling beneath both of us, but she doesn’t back down. She doesn’t whimper, doesn’t shy away, doesn’t let Tate think for a fucking second that she’s broken yet. Instead, she talks back. “Is that all you’ve got?”

Tate goes still, just for a second. Just long enough for me to see the way his shoulders tense, the way his grip flexes against her waist, like she just fucking dared him.

His fingers snap up, wrapping around her throat hard, pulling her up against his chest as he slams into her, harder, rougher, a pace so brutal it rocks her forward, forcing a sharp, choked-out moan from her lips. “You wanna be fucked like a pretty slut, is that it?” Tate growls, his voice nothing but raw. “Then fucking take it.” His hand tightens on her throat, his other locking onto her hip as he drags her onto his cock, forcing her to take every single inch of him, every rough snap of his hips, every brutal thrust as he claims her.

My cock aches. It should be fucking spent, should be completely done after everything I just gave her, should be softening by now, but… but watching her fall apart between us, watching the way she fights back, watching the way she gets off on being handled like this? God, this is fucking insane.

I should snap at Tate, should tell him to be careful, should remind him that this is Haven, not some random hookup, not some meaningless fuck.

Instead I just watch. Tate’s grip tightens on Haven’s throat before he suddenly shifts, pulling her up, flipping their positions, dragging her into his lap so that she’s straddling him.

Her knees sink into the couch on either side of his thighs, her hands gripping his shoulders, and I can see it, all of it.

The way her pussy is stretched around him, the way her breath shudders as he thrusts up into her, the way his hands lock onto her ass, guiding her movements as she starts riding him. I don’t know what the fuck to do.

I should be out of my fucking mind after everything that’s happened. But my cock? It’s fucking rock hard again.

Tate is still running his mouth. “That’s right, pretty,” he groans, guiding her up and down on his cock, “fucking take it. Thought you were all mouth before, but look at you now, riding me like you were made to take every inch of me.”

Haven whimpers, tipping her head back, her breath coming out in sharp gasps as she moves faster, as Tate keeps up with her, his hips snapping up, meeting every drop of her weight.

And then, she moans my fucking name.

Not Tate’s. Mine. Tate’s grip tightens, his fingers pressing into her skin like a warning, like he’s about to remind her who’s inside her right now. I lose it.

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