Page 72 of No Save Point

He’s loud now too. No more quiet, hesitant whimpers, no more barely-there gasps, no more struggling to hold back the way he’s breaking apart for me. Now he’s fucking moaning for me.

His head drops against my shoulder, his breath coming out in sharp, ragged sounds, his lips parting against my skin, the deep, guttural groans ripping out of his chest vibrating through me. His cock twitches, dragging against me, pressing against my pussy but not quite pushing in, and fuck, his hips jerk like he can’t help himself, like the friction alone is killing him, like every single inch of him is aching to be inside me.

I slide my hands into his hair, tugging, pulling, making him look at me, his eyes are wild, blown wide, desperate, his jaw tight, his entire body shaking with how fucking bad he wants this. “You’re so fucking big,” I whisper, tilting my hips, dragging my soaked pussy along his cock, watching the way his face crumbles, watching the way his lips part on another loud, broken moan. “You feel how wet I am for you Carter?”

Carter chokes out something that’s barely even a sound, his fingers flexing against my thighs, his hips rocking forward, grinding his cock against me, the thick head nudging right against my entrance, teasing me, taunting me, making my entire body clench in anticipation. “Haven—fuck—”

His voice is deeper now, strained, almost hoarse, like he’s been holding back for too long and it’s all crashing down at once. He lets out another long, wrecked moan, his breath shuddering, his body tensing, his cock twitching so fucking thick and hot and ready, and fuck, I’ve never seen him like this, this desperate, this fucking gone.

I know I’ve got him. Entirely. Without a single fucking doubt. Now I’m going to let him ruin me.

Carter doesn’t ease in this time. Doesn’t hold back, doesn’t wait, doesn’t hesitate. He slams forward, stretching me so suddenly, so completely, I barely have time to suck in a breath before I feel the full, overwhelming thickness of him inside me, filling me to the point of insanity, pressing so deep it knocks a cry straight from my throat. “F—fuck, Carter!”

I jolt against the bed, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, my entire body trembling as my walls clamp around him, squeezing, adjusting, pulsing at the sheer size of him, the way he stretches me in a way that still feels impossible. He doesn’t move.

He grips my hips in an iron hold, his fingers digging in so deep I already know I’ll feel him tomorrow, holding me still, not letting me adjust, not letting me escape the intense, burning fullness of him, the brutal, overwhelming way he’s stretching me wide open.

Fuck I can’t take it. I throw my head back, arching beneath him, my back barely skimming the bed as my hips involuntarily jerk forward, trying to get him to move, to fuck me, to do something, anything because this is too much, too deep, too intense, too…

“Tate!”

The name rips from my mouth before I can stop it, pure instinct, pure desperation, pure fucking need.

Carter loses his goddamn mind. A low, guttural growl rumbles from his chest, his grip tightening, his nails sinking into my skin, his entire body tensing like he’s barely holding himself back. “What the fuck did you just say?”

I can’t even process what I did, what I said, can’t even find the words to explain myself before Carter fucking snaps. He pounds into me, hard. The force knocks the breath from my lungs, makes me cry out, makes my fingers dig into his shoulders, makes my legs tighten around his waist as he slams into me again, deeper, rougher, faster, like something in him just broke loose, like he’s lost in it, lost in the way I just called for his brother while he’s buried inside me.

“Say it again Haven.”

His voice is rough, almost unrecognizable, his body crashing into mine, his hips snapping forward without restraint, fucking me like he wants to ruin me completely. “Louder.”

I can’t even breathe, can’t even think, can barely hold on as he keeps driving into me, as his hands tighten, as his cock fills me over and over and over, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through every inch of my body.

“Call for him, baby.”

His fingers curl softly around my throat, his other hand pinning my hips in place, holding me still as he fucks me harder, making my mind go blank, making my body beg for more, making my lips part, making the sound slip from my mouth before I can stop it.

“Tate—”

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Idon’t hesitate, I literally can’t when I hear the breathless needy sound she makes.

My cock throbs as I thrust into her slower, her pussy gripping me instantly, stretching around me, forcing her to take me slow, inch by thick, aching inch.

She’s so fucking tight, so fucking warm, and when her body finally sinks all the way down, fully seated on me, fully fucking mine.

“Oh, fuck—”

Her moan is soft, her head tipping back, her hands clenching around my shoulders as she struggles to breathe through the feeling of me stretching her open.

Then I hear it, a broken sound. A sharp exhale followed by a fucking whine. I don’t even have to look to know where it came from. I don’t even know how long he’s been standing there.

Tate, stroking himself, his hand moving slow, teasing, drawing out his own pleasure while he watches her take me.

His jaw is clenched, his chest rising and falling, his thighs flexing as he tightens his grip, swipes his thumb over the leaking tip, exhales sharp and uneven as he watches my cock disappear inside her.

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