Page 141 of Revenge Saints
He’s palming himself through his jeans, lips parted, eyes locked on the way Max disappears inside her with every bounce.
“Want to join us?” she purrs.
And Ryker fucking moves; he bolts out of the room and returns seconds later. Shirt gone, sweatpants already shoved low, bottle of oil in hand.
He slicks himself with quick, rough strokes. His cock gleams in the low light, already twitching.
And I’m still sitting here.
Jaw tight.
Cock hard.
Blood boiling.
I’m not going to last much longer, and she fucking knows it.
Ryker’s cock is slick with oil, his hand wrapped tight around the base as he steps behind her.
Aspen’s still riding Max, hips rolling, chest rising fast, moaning like she’s already on the edge again.
Then she feels Ryker’s fingers on her ass, and her whole body shivers.
I stand.
I can’t sit still anymore.
I walk over and drop down beside Max, close enough to see every twitch of her muscles, every shaky breath she fights to take.
Her eyes dart to me; she’s fucking glowing.
I rest a hand on her thigh.
“You remember this, pet?”
She nods, breathless.
“Dante and I? The night we fucked you together?”
She moans, back arching slightly as Ryker spreads her open with one hand and lines himself up.
“You loved it,” I murmur. “You took us so well. You can do it again.”
Ryker hesitates, waiting.
“She needs you slow,” I tell him. “But deep. Don’t stop unless she says the word.”
He nods.
I shift closer, my palm sliding up her belly, grounding her.
“Breathe with me,” I whisper against her neck. “In through your nose. Good girl. Out slow.”
She follows. Her body relaxes.
Ryker presses in, inch by inch, and she cries out, clutching Max’s shoulders. Max strokes her hips, whispering filth and praise against her throat.
I keep my hand steady on her stomach, fingers splayed over her ribs, feeling her tremble under both of them.
