Page 69 of Ravaged Saints

“My little slut,” I murmur, already aligning my cock with her entrance. I need to be inside her; foreplay will have to wait for another time.

I slam into her so hard and mercilessly that her walls clench tightly around my cock as I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft skin, and I groan.

I love fucking Max, but this, a cunt, I haven’t felt it for years, and Bryn moves her hips like a fucking goddess.

“Fuck, Ryker,” she purrs and bends even more, making me drive deeper into her.

I thrust harder and snake my arm around her to reach down to her clit, and my thumb circles and pinches it, drawing a sharp gasp from her. She feels so fucking good!

“That’s it, Bryn. Come on my cock like the good little girl you are,” I growl, and she moans in response. I grab her long blonde braid, twisting it in my hand and pulling her back. Her spine arches beautifully, and I press deeper inside her wet, warm cunt. I can feel her clenching and releasing her walls. I lean into her neck, biting the sensitive skin and pressing harder on her clit, moving my thumb faster.

“I can feel your cunt clenching, milking me. Fuck, you are a goddess, Bryn,” I grunt in her ear.

She screams my name as her body trembles, with the force of her orgasm slamming into her. Her legs start to shake, but I grip her hips tighter, keeping her from falling to the floor.

“Fuck, Bryn,” I chuckle, breathless. “That was one hell of an orgasm.”

I slam into her again, harder this time, her body jolting forward into the tiles, and she raises her hands to protect her head, but I don’t stop. I fucking can’t. I’m feral now, completely lost in her. I need to finish, to feel her tighten around me as I claim her.

Her pussy clenches, and my cock throbs inside her, all my muscles tensing as the heat coils low in my stomach, spreading to my balls, and with one final, punishing thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and still, a guttural grunt escaping me as my release hits.

Cum spills into her, hot and thick, and she moans louder, her nails scraping against the wall as my fingers leave bruises on her skin.

“Fuck,” I breathe, leaning forward to press my forehead to her damp back. The cold water pours over us, cooling our heated bodies.

“God, that was amazing,” she purrs—smooth, sultry, but there’s something in her tone, something calculated, almost theatrical, that puts me on edge.

I press a kiss to the back of her neck before pulling out. My cum drips from her, mixing with the water on the tiled floor. She turns to face me, her arms snaking around my neck, her body flush against mine.

“Would love to have you and Ethan one of these nights,” she says too loud, and I just nod, my mind still somewhere else, but then I see her eyes flick past my shoulder, and I turn instinctively.

Max stands there with his arms hanging at his sides, hands clenched into fists.

Fuck.

Max’s eyes lock with mine, and he smirks with a nod, and it’s all I need to know I just fucked up.

Bryn stays behind me, hiding her body from Max’s gaze.

“Max,” I whisper, but he doesn’t reply. He turns and leaves the bathroom.

I rake a hand through my wet hair, exhaling sharply. Max is pissed, and I know that look in his eyes. I just crushed him.

Goddamn it. He has to know I would never do this with Ethan.

Max is it for me. Not Ethan, not anyone else.

Fuck!

Bryn

Ienter Ethan’s room, and he’s lying in bed pretending to read a book. I know him; he’s not the reading type.

“So, how was it?” he asks, but his eyes don’t look up from the page. His white shirt pulls from the seams, and I notice how tense he is.

“It was good.” My body is still trembling. I can still feel Ryker’s hands on me, and that memory makes me clench my legs.

“Better than me?” His eyes finally meet mine, sharp and serious, with a flicker of something almost bitter beneath.

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