Page 32 of Ravaged Saints

He pushes off me, his beautiful eyes on me, a smirk on his face, and he starts to kneel in front of me, slowly placing his hands on my hips.

“You are so fucking hot.” He gasps as his fingers unzip my jeans, pulling them down slowly. He kisses my thighs, biting the inner side. “Open your legs, babygirl,” he commands, and I do as he asks.

“Good girl.” His voice is laced with a dominant tone that makes my body tremble. I pant for air as he pulls my panties down.

I feel my entire body heating up, his eyes looking up at me, and he licks his lips. With a smirk, he kisses near my pussy, brushing his tongue around it, and I bite my lip hard to stop the moans from coming out. He comes closer, and I feel his warm breath on my clit and whimper softly. He starts to kiss around my clit. “You are so wet,” he murmurs; his warm breath makes my walls clench.

I want him to lick me, to devour every inch of my pussy.

He looks up at me, those damn eyes, his pupils so dilated I can’t even see the blue in them. He darts his tongue out and licks from my entrance to my clit, and I let out a moan. My hip buckles, and my back arches from the cold tiles. Jesus, this feels so fucking good.

He starts to twirl his tongue around my clit, licking and sucking, lifting my left leg and putting it over his broad shoulder to give him better access as he shoves his tongue inside my entrance. His thumb makes small strokes on my clit, each with more pressure than the other. “That’s it, babygirl, ride my fucking tongue.”

Oh God, I feel the heat going down my spine. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, feeling a tingle on my pussy. He inserts a finger inside me, and I gasp; my walls clench around him.

“Harder, Ethan, please,” I beg him.

“Begging already, my little slut?” He chuckles, his tongue pressing on my clit, moving faster as his finger fucks me. “Let’s see if you can take another.”

He presses another one in, and my entire body feels like it was hit with thunder. I can’t stop the moans from leaving my mouth. My breathing increases as I try to ride his face. His hand on my hips to keep me in place makes it harder.

“So fucking needy.” He finger-fucks me as he sucks my sensitive, swollen clit. The heat rises inside my core, and my entire body coils in pleasure. My nipples harden, and I reach for them, pinching the hard points over the fabric. I look down and see his blue eyes on me as he continues to lick me, his muscles moving in a way that makes me even wetter.

“Come in my mouth, babygirl.” He growls, and that is enough to take me over the edge; his fingers fuck me so hard, and when they curl, I let out a yelp. My hips buckle, and my back arches. I grab his hair and pull it towards me. “That’s it.”

“Oh God, Ethan!” My release hits me like a freight train. My entire body shakes so much that my legs crack, and I let my body fall. He catches me before I hit the floor but keeps his fingers fucking me, not stopping thrusting.

This guy is good with his tongue and fingers!

I’m lying on the bathroom floor, still panting, my hands on the wall, trying to stay seated.

“Fuck, you taste better than I thought.” He smiles, his lips covered with my cum. He picks up the bottom of his shirt and cleans up.

“My turn.” I bite my lip. His eyes sparkle, and I laugh.

There is so much hunger in his eyes, so much desire that it makes me want to suck him even more.

He stands up. His back is leaning against the wall as he unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down. I reach and pull his boxers down; he is hard as stone, pre-cum already dripping from the crown. I reach into him and lick it slowly, my eyes on his.

“Fuck Bryn.” He grits out, and he reaches for my hair and grabs it, making me whine softly. “Open wide, babygirl,” he demands.

I open my mouth and rub his crown all over my lips before positioning it inside, just an inch. I twirl my tongue around it, and more pre-cum falls inside my mouth.

I put my hands around his ass, pulling him in, and swallowing every inch of him. I start bobbing my head and sucking it.

He moans my name, his head tilting back, his grip tighter around my hair, and I feel it sting; the pleasure coursing through me.

“I need to fuck your mouth.” He growls and starts thrusting harder. I feel his cock touching the back of my throat, and I gag. “Take it, Bryn, all of it.” He fucks my mouth so hard tears fall from my eyes.

“Fuck!” he groans, his body tensing, and I reach his balls with my fingers, pressing gently on them while keeping the suction on his cock as he thrusts in and out.

“That’s it. You will swallow every drop, you hear me?” He moves even faster. My neck starts to hurt, and my scalp burns with the pull he is making. I feel his balls coil, and then he freezes, his entire body rigid, and his cum shoots inside my throat, and I swallow as he thrusts one more time, and I milk out every drop.

“That’s it, my little slut, all of it.” He hisses, his voice laced with mischief, and his eyes blazing. He tilts his head back as the last drop falls. His breathing is heavy, his chest rising and falling fast, and small drops of sweat cover his chest.

His muscles are tight, his six-pack moves uncontrollably, and his hands caress my hair as he comes down from his release.

“You are good at this!” He chuckles.

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