Page 77 of Ravaged Saints

I take a deep breath, nodding. “Thank you for telling me, sweetheart.”

My hands feel ice cold, and I rub them on my jeans. I stare at her, not knowing how to continue after her confession. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

“So Max, what do I do?” She asks, her eyes darkening with a grin on her lips.

I step back slightly, giving her space to move.

“Are you sure?” I ask, my eyes locked on hers.

“Yes!” She says with a smile.

I take a deep breath.

“On your knees, Aspen,” I say, my tone low and commanding. If she wants this, I’m giving it to her, all of it, anything.

She obeys without hesitation, sinking gracefully to her knees.

“Take off your shirt,” I order, my gaze never leaving hers. “I want to see your body while you suck my cock.”

Her hands move to the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head without breaking eye contact. The sight of her bare skin makes me curse under my breath.

“Such a good girl,” I praise, and her cheeks flush deeper, her breathing quickening, and I can’t help the wicked smile tugging at my lips.

“Now,” I pause, unzipping my pants and freeing myself, my cock hard and ready. Her eyes drop, widening as they land on me, and her lips part in a soft gasp.

“Is that—” Her voice falters.

“A ampallang piercing? Yeah.” I smirk, running a hand through her hair. “Didn’t Knox and Dante show you theirs yet?”

She shakes her head. “Knox, yes, but Dante hasn’t,” her gaze darting back to mine, those wide, innocent eyes nearly undoing me.

“You’re in for a surprise, sweetheart.”

I stroke myself slowly, precum glistening at the tip as I position myself in front of her. “Lick it,” I command, my dominant side coming up, and I try to control it, but it’s too fucking hard.

Her lips part as she leans forward, her tongue flicking out, and she licks me softly. A shiver shoots up my spine. My eyes flutter shut for a moment, savoring the sensation.

“Now open wide and just suck like a lollipop,” I coach her. “And be careful with your teeth, sweetheart.” I wink at her.

“Okay,” she whispers gently.

But as she leans in, I stop her. “Give me your hand, Aspen.” My tone is deep, and her hand moves up, so I wrap her slender fingers around my cock. “As you suck it, move your hand like this.” I stroke my dick with her hand, my breathing picking up.

She nods and keeps moving her hand, maintaining the rhythm I showed her. Her lips part, and she puts my cock inside her mouth. I let out a groan, and my head snaps back with the sensation of her mouth being so warm, her tongue twirling around the length of my cock.

“Fuck, Aspen, you’re a natural at this.”

She moves her head back and forth, her cheeks tightening as she sucks relentlessly. It takes all of my control not to come right now.

“That’s it. You’re being such a good girl for me, sweetheart,” I praise, and her movements falter slightly. She likes being praised; that’s good to know.

“Now, let’s try and take my cock deeper. Breathe through your nose.” I gently remove myself from her mouth. “Open wide, baby. Tongue out.”

She does as she’s told, and I grab the sides of her head, placing myself on her lips. “Deep breath through your nose.” As I see her chest rise, I shove my cock in—not hard, but fast—until I feel my crown hit the back of her throat. She gags, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

She looks up at me, confused, and I smile, my thumb caressing her cheek as I pull back. “Let’s do it again. It’s normal to gag.”

She nods, and I move back inside her soft, pink lips, reaching the back of her throat again. Another gag, but this time I keep it there. “Breathe through your nose, sweetheart.”

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