Page 78 of Ravaged Saints

She does, and I feel her muscles relax, her throat opening for me. I begin to thrust slowly, keeping her head in place.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” I continue to fuck her throat, my piercing brushing the back of it, and I grunt in pleasure.

“Do you want to swallow my cum?” I ask, and she nods, her eyes full of tears, cheeks flushed pink, and sweat drips along her hairline; her chest rises and falls frantically.

I thrust faster, her hand gripping my thighs to steady herself. I feel my balls tighten, an electric current shooting down my spine. The pressure builds, and I still as my cum spurts into her throat. She makes an almost gurgling sound, and I hold her in place.

“Swallow all of it, Aspen,” I order, pressing her to me, keeping her in place as my cock pulses inside her mouth.

My breathing is erratic as I close my eyes, trying to calm my speeding heart. Blood thrums in my ears, and I’m seeing fucking stars.

I feel her throat work as she swallows. When I look down, her doe eyes are on me. Gently, I remove my cock from her mouth, and a bit of cum follows, and she darts her tongue out to lick it.

Fuck. What a sight. What a mess I’ve made on her beautiful face.

“Was I good?” she asks, her voice rough from the strain on her throat.

“You were amazing, sweetheart.”

I pull her up to me, kissing her deeply. “Open your lips. Let me taste myself in you,” I command, and she parts her lips, my tongue devouring her like she’s my last meal.

“Do you trust me?” I break the kiss, my lips still hovering over hers.

“Yes,” she answers.

I lean down and pull her leggings with me, removing her panties; I brush my knuckles on her wet cunt, and he moans, legs trembling. “So fucking wet, sweetheart.”

I stand up and pick her to sit on the table, placing myself between her legs, my cock already inside my jeans, but I feel it getting hard again. I look at her beautiful, glistening cunt, and my thumb brushes on her clit. She arches her back, and I see her nipples hard against her bra; her skin is rosy from pleasure, her neck is so slender, so fragile, and her skin is soft, reacting to my every touch. Fuck, she is a goddess.

I push one finger inside her, and she leans into me, “Max.” My name on her lips sounds like a song from a siren, made to entrap me.

Opening her legs wider, I smile at her, picking up the missile on the table; it’s small, small enough to fit inside her cunt and not hurt her.

Her brows frown, panic creeping into her eyes. “Max, what are you doing? I said it looked like one, not that it is one!”

“Shh, sweetheart, trust me.” My hand parting her folds, I glaze the missile with her arousal, and I can see her eyes darkening with wanting.

“Open for it, sweetheart,” I command, and she opens her legs wider. I place the smaller part of the missile in her entrance; she moans, and her breathing picks up. I start to press it inside her, “Oh God, Max!” She yelps and moves it more inside her, feeling her walls fighting the intrusion, but her moans tell me she is enjoying this.

“You said it looked like a dildo,” I whisper in her ear, and she gasps.

Thrusting it in and out, her moans become louder, her legs opening more, and she is stretching all around it, “That’s it; you are being such a good girl.” I grunt, moving it faster, deeper inside her wet cunt, and she whimpers and moans incoherent words.

Her back arching, I reach with my free hand to her slender neck, choking her gently, and her eyes roll back. She begins to move her hips, riding the missile like it’s a cock, and the sight is driving me up the fucking walls.

“Come for me,” I grunt, moving faster, my hand on her neck gripping tight, and she screams out my name as her body trembles under my grip.

I fuck her harder, making sure the missile slides in and out without hurting her. The missile is one of the smallest ones, smaller than my cock.

She begins to tremble, her head snapping back as I release her neck, gripping her hips to keep her steady. She rides it faster, her lips parting, her body jolting like she’s been shocked, and she convulses, but I keep moving the missile in and out, drawing out her orgasm until her body collapses onto the table. Her mouth hangs open as she gasps for air.

“Good girl,” I say, removing the missile gently, and she whimpers.

“I can’t believe we did this,” she pants, and I chuckle.

“Oh, sweetheart, between the four of us, we’ll make all your sexual fantasies come to life if you let us.”

“Four?” Her eyes stay closed, lips parted, sweat glistening on her beautiful skin, her hair a mess, and I notice the red marks around her neck from my grip.

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