Page 58 of Ravaged Saints

I snort. “Yes, pet, the aftercare.” Pulling on my boxers, I head for the door. “Stay here.”

In the bathroom, I remove the condom and grab a soft towel, wet it with warm water, and fill her water bottle. Returning to the room, I find her lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow, her gaze fixed between her legs.

Her soft laugh fills the room. “Now what?” She chuckles as her pussy drips, pooling on her thighs, and the sight stops me in my tracks, my mouth watering at the image of her, of the beautiful mess I’ve made of her. Fuck, I wish I could’ve come inside her without the condom and see her dripping our cum together.

“Open,” I command, and she obeys, parting her legs. I kneel on the bed, my eyes locked on her, and I see the curiosity in her eyes. I smile and slide my finger inside her, savoring her soft whimper as her head tilts back.

Pulling my finger out, I bring it to my mouth, licking it clean. “I will never get tired of how good you taste,” I growl, leaning in to kiss her again. She moans into my mouth, her hands wrapping around my neck as she shifts, sitting on my lap, and her thighs press against my hips as she straddles me. I can feel her heat pressing against my cock, and just like that, I’m hard again, blood rushing to my dick just by her touch.

Her eyes lock onto mine, filled with desire. “Again?” I ask with a chuckle.

Gripping myself, I guide my cock to her entrance. With her release still slick between her thighs, I slide inside her easily, and she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Feeling her without the condom almost makes me come on the spot—everything in me screaming to lose control and fuck her senseless, but I can’t; not like this. I’m not wearing a condom—fuck. My muscles tremble with restraint, my hands gripping her hips to steady myself, and my body is begging to spill inside her, but I fight it, keeping myself under control even as her pussy grips my cock.

As I thrust into her, I hear the faint creak of floorboards outside the door. Aspen is lost in the moment, her hips riding me, but my gaze flicks to the half-open door. Max and Ryker are there, their eyes wide, locked on Aspen’s body bouncing on my cock.

I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging hard enough to arch her back, and she screams. Her walls tighten around me, squeezing with every frantic thrust as I lean in to sink my teeth into her neck; the taste of her skin, warm with sweat, ignites something feral inside me.

"That's it, pet," I grunt, hunger thick in every word. My free hand grips her hip, anchoring her as I drive harder, and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the room.

“Oh God, Knox, I’m going to come,” she whimpers, trembling, body shaking as she rides me, desperate for release.

I hold her in place, forcing her hips to stay still as I thrust up, meeting her desperate movements. My hand remains tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, and she falls apart in my arms, screaming my name, and her orgasm crashes through her, her pussy clenching around me, pushing me to the edge.

I pull out, pumping twice with rough strokes, my cock throbbing as I come on her stomach and my hand, groaning with satisfaction as waves of pleasure rip through me. Her body collapses against me, completely spent, trembling like a ragdoll in my arms.

I flick my gaze to the door again. Max and Ryker are still there, watching. My lips curl into a smug grin, and I give a subtle nod toward them. They both grin back, the hungry gleam in their eyes telling me they’re more than pleased with the show. With a quiet chuckle, they slip away, leaving the door slightly ajar.

“So, pet,” I whisper, pulling her head back to look at me. “Are you satisfied now?”

Her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a tired but blissful smile. She hums softly, her body limp against mine.

I gently lay her back on the bed, pulling out of her slowly. She winces, and I grab the warm cloth to clean her up. “You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” I tease, as I softly wipe her thighs and stomach.

“Will you stay with me?” She asks, her tone quiet, almost fragile.

Her question catches me off guard. Aftercare, I’m used to, but staying the night? That’s not something I’ve ever done.

Missions always pulled me away before I could.

“Of course, pet.”

Max

Iclose Aspen’s door behind me, my cock still throbbing. “That motherfucker,” I mutter under my breath.

Ryker chuckles, his laughter low and amused. “That was hot as fuck, man.”

I nod; it was. Aspen is not what I expected. The way she is unraveling in front of us is exciting.

We head toward the rooms, his door just ahead. He opens it slightly, tossing me a glance over his shoulder. “Good nigh—”

Before he can finish, I grab the back of his neck, twisting him to face me, and I shove him against the wall, pinning him with one hand. His body tenses under my grip, and his hands snap up to pull my wrist down.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I growl, pressing him harder into the wall.

“To bed,” he spits back. His dark eyes meet mine, that stubborn glint on them that drives me insane.

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