“Eight. Nine!”
I plunge three fingers back inside her at the last blow, curling brutally against her g-spot.
“Ten!” Her count dissolves into a moan. She writhes in my lap, one hand still gripping my pant leg, the other trying to dig into the sofa.
“Where are your manners, slut?” I murmur as I rub the marks we left on her ass.
“Thank you,” she mumbles almost sulkily against the couch cushion.
I withdraw my hand and angle her hips for Kai. Her pussy is swollen and glistening, begging to be filled.
“Come fuck our girl,” I command Kai.
Kai grips her waist with possessive hands. His cock nudges her entrance, teasing through the slick mess she’s made, and Haven keens—high and desperate andours.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask, catching her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“You,” she gasps. “Both of you. Always.”
“I think she needs to be wetter,” Kai says.
She’s fuckingdripping…but I know exactly what he wants from me. I lean over, easing her ass cheeks open and spitting onto her cunt. Haven flinches, and sticks out her ass for Kai with a moan.
Kai slams home, setting a brutal pace from the first thrust.
No slow build. No teasing.
Just raw, punishing strokes that have Haven crying out with each snap of his hips. Her ass is still blazing from our punishment, and I know every collision of his pelvis against that tender flesh is sending shockwaves of pain-laced pleasure through her system.
“Fuck,” Kai grits out, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. “So fucking tight. You feel what you do to me, Heavenly? Feel how hard you make me?”
Haven can only moan in response, her face pressed into the couch cushion, her knuckles white where she’s gripping the leather.
I lean back and watch them—my two beautiful, broken creatures—and stroke myself through my pants with lazy satisfaction. There’s something intoxicating about observing them like this.
Kai’s rhythm stutters, his thrusts becoming erratic. I can read the signs—the flush creeping up his neck, the way his abs clench, the desperate edge creeping into his voice.
“Gonna come,” he pants. “Fuck, I’m gonna?—“
“Fill up every inch of that cunt, boy,” I command. “I’m gonna suck your cum out of her when you’re done.”
That’s all it takes.
Kai slams deep and holds, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spills inside her. Haven whimpers beneath him, her body shaking.
For a long moment, neither of them moves.
Kai pulls out slowly, and I watch his cum drip from her swollen pussy with hungry fascination.
“Such a good boy,” I murmur.
Haven’s limbs are still shaking as I ease her off my lap. She’s already fucked out—eyes glazed, lips swollen, tear tracks drying on her cheeks—but we’re nowhere near finished with her.
“Up so I can clean the mess our boy made inside you,” I tell her, urging her knees onto the couch, then helping her to stand. When she wobbles, balance shot, Kai grabs her hips to keep her steady.
She straddles my shoulders with trembling thighs, and I grip her hips to pull her down onto my waiting mouth. The first taste of her—ofthem—makes me groan against her flesh.
Fucking perfect.
