Page 73 of No Save Point

I feel the way Haven clenches around me at the sound of him, the way her breath stutters, the way her nails bite deeper into my skin. I press my forehead against hers, my hands tightening around her waist, my hips rolling up, fucking her slow, deep, every thrust dragging another whimper from her lips, every snap of my hips making her body jolt, making her fall apart all over again.

Tate watches. This time, I don’t fucking care.

I pound into her, slow but devastating, each thrust sinking deep, stretching her, making her body shudder in my grip, making her breathless and completely gone for me. She’s whimpering, gasping, moaning my name between ragged breaths, her fingers digging into my back, her nails dragging down my skin, like she’s trying to ground herself like she doesn’t know how to handle how good this feels.

I can feel how close she is, how tight she’s squeezing around me, how her body is already trembling, how every snap of my hips is pushing her closer, how she’s about to break.

Tate’s hand slides between us, his fingers brushing against Haven’s soaked, aching clit, and the second he touches her, she lets out a choked cry, her entire body jolting, her walls pulsing so hard around me I almost lose it right then.

“Fuck, pretty girl,” Tate murmurs, his voice lower now, softer that almost sounds like admiration as his fingers circle her clit, teasing, working her up, pushing her to the edge even faster. “You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel it.”

Haven whimpers, nodding frantically, her breath coming out in quick, desperate gasps as she grinds against my cock, as she leans into Tate’s touch.

“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—”

I groan, my fingers digging into her waist, my hips snapping up, matching her movements, meeting every drop, every roll, every fucking squeeze of her tight, dripping pussy.

She fucking moans my name. Her body seizes, her back arching, her thighs shaking as she falls apart all over again, drenching my cock in her cum, her head tipping back, her mouth falling open, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her.

Before she can even come down, before she even has the chance to process what’s happening Tate moves in.

His hands are on her instantly, gripping her arms, yanking her straight off my cock and pulling her down onto his instead, making her cry out, making her gasp as he buries himself inside her in one brutal thrust, stretching her open all over again.

His fingers wrap around her throat, tilting her head down, making her look at him, his voice low, firm, completely fucking in control.

“That’s it, angel,” he murmurs, his grip tightening, his hips snapping up, his cock slamming into her over and over and over. “You’re going to take every inch of me. You’re going to cover my cock in that pretty fucking cum.”

Haven whimpers, completely lost, completely gone, completely fucking ruined.

I’m so fucking close. I groan, my breath ragged, my head tilting back as I wrap a hand around my cock, stroking myself, watching Tate fuck her, watching the way her body trembles, watching the way she moans, watching the way she loses herself between us all over again.

I lean in, crashing my mouth against hers, swallowing every desperate, broken sound she makes as Tate pounds into her, as she clenches around him, as she reaches another breaking point.

I know, we’re both about to fucking come.

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