Ravaged by my brother-in-law

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~Sandra’s pov~

Ryan’s c**k, which was already hard, brushed my thigh but he didn’t push in right away. Instead he kissed down my neck, across my collarbone, then lower, sucking one n****e into his mouth while his fingers rolled the other.

Every pull of his lips sent sparks straight between my legs.

I arched, gasping at the pleasure but he moved lower still, with his tongue tracing a wet line down my stomach until he spread my thighs and licked a slow stripe up my p***y.

I cried out in pure shocking bliss at the feeling of it. Liam had never done this, he had never put his mouth there, never seemed to care whether I felt anything at all.

But Ryan was different.

He watched my expression, then licked again, firmer, circling my c**t, before sucking gently.

Two fingers slid inside me, curling, stroking that spot that made my vision blur. My hips rocked against his face without permission but he didn’t stop.

Heat built fast, terrifying in its intensity and I reached down, fingers tangling in his hair, not sure if I was pulling him closer or trying to ground myself.

He looked up, eyes dark. “Tell me how it feels,” he ordered, voice rough against my wet skin.

“It’s—f**k—it’s so good,” I managed, voice shaking. “I’ve never—please don’t stop.”

He didn’t, instead, his tongue worked faster, fingers pumping, and the pressure inside me snapped.

The orgasm hit like a wave breaking over my head, it was white-hot, and felt endless. My whole body seized, thighs clamping around his shoulders, with a raw cry tearing from my throat.

Tears spilled down my temples and I sobbed through it, not from pain but from the sudden, shattering relief of feeling real pleasure and feeling wanted.

I sobbed from the feeling of my body finally answering to my first real orgasm instead of shame.

Ryan watched me come apart, but there was something almost reverent in his expression. When the tremors eased he crawled up, kissed the tears from my cheeks, then kissed my mouth so I could taste myself on his tongue.

His c**k nudged my entrance eagerly, but I was already soaked, open, still pulsing aand more than ready to take him in.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, letting me feel every thick stretch. And I wrapped my legs around him, heels digging into his back, needing him deeper.

He f****d me with steady, deliberate strokes, deep, then shallow, then grinding against my c**t on every thrust.

One hand pinned my wrist above my head; then the other slid under my ass, tilting me so he hit that spot inside again and again.

I met every thrust, chasing the next peak, no longer caring how loud I was or how desperate I sounded.

Ryan’s breathing grew ragged and he buried his face in my neck, groaning my name like a prayer.

When I came again it was quieter, longer, rolling through me in thick waves while he kept moving, drawing it out until I was limp and shaking.

He followed soon after, hips stuttering, c**k pulsing hot and deep as he filled me with his c*m. We stayed locked together, sweat-slick and breathing hard, with his weight feeling more like a grounding comfort instead of a burden.

Ryan kissed my forehead, then my lips, softer now.

“You’re not broken, and you are not the problem,” he whispered. “You never were. You are f*****g perfect, Sandra.”

I wanted believed him. I really wanted to believe him as tears spilled from the corners of my eyes—not tears of sadness or pain, but a wild, breathless relief.

I wasn't broken. I had never been a "dead fish." I wasn't cold or boring or incapable of pleasure.

The problem had never been me. It had been Liam all along.

The acceptance of those words suddenly hit me like a physical blow, bringing a wave of pure, triumphant feeling and I let out a half-sob, half-laugh, with my hands gripping Ryan's back tightly.

Ryan looked down at me, his own breathing heavy and ragged, and for the first time, the guarded, dangerous man looked genuinely shocked.

He stared at my flushed face, my tear-stained cheeks, and the raw emotion spilling out of me.

He leaned down, pressing his lips softly to my forehead, then to my cheeks, wiping away my tears with his lips before pulling me even closer and leaning to whisper in my ear.

“You are mine now Sandra, I’m never letting you go. Ever.” He whispered and my eyes which had closed in satisfaction, instantly snapped open in shock.

Wait what?!

What did he just say?!

What happened to our… this was for only one night agreement?