Ryan fucked Ava like an animal that night.
He didn't hold back. He didn't ask permission. He didn't feel any guilt.
The moment Marcus and Sophia left, Ryan pushed Ava against the wall, yanked her white dress up around her waist, and slammed into her soaked pussy from behind. Ava gasped, then moaned loudly as he pounded her hard, his hips slapping against her ass with every brutal thrust. He fucked her like he was claiming her, like he was proving something to himself.
Ava came twice before they even made it to the bedroom. Ryan kept going — missionary, doggy, her riding him reverse cowgirl while he slapped her ass and told her how good she felt. He made her cum four more times until she was a shaking, whimpering mess, begging him not to stop. When he finally exploded deep inside her, Ava was completely satisfied, eyes glassy, body limp with exhaustion.
He held her close afterward, stroking her hair as she drifted off. For the first time in days, Ryan felt… powerful. In control.
The next morning they both woke up late. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. Ryan checked his phone — it was almost 11 a.m. He sent a quick message to his boss saying he was taking a personal day, then set the phone aside and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Yesterday and the day before played on repeat in his head.
Two days ago at Marcus's house, he had felt so small watching Marcus destroy Ava while he could only watch and cum pathetically. Yesterday Ethan had blackmailed them, and again Ryan had only been able to sit there and jerk off while another man fucked his wife in front of him.
But last night… something had changed. After he finally accepted what he wanted, the guilt disappeared. All that remained was satisfaction. Pure, raw satisfaction.
A new picture flashed in his mind — Ethan's smug face as he fucked Ava right in front of him, mocking him. Ryan's jaw tightened. He didn't like how Ethan had acted. He didn't like being looked down on.
He wanted revenge.
Ryan got dressed quickly, told Ava he had an errand to run, and drove straight to Ethan's house. His heart was pounding with a strange mix of anger and excitement.
He rang the doorbell.
A beautiful girl, 19, opened the door. She had long dark hair, big innocent eyes, and a cute, curious smile. It was Ethan's little sister — Emily.
"May I help you, sir?" she asked politely.
Ryan put on his best worried expression. "Is Ethan home?"
"Yeah, he's always home — playing on his computer or messing with his camera. What business do you have with the likes of him?"
Ryan sighed dramatically. "How should I say this…"
Emily's face softened with concern. "Are you okay, mister? You look worried. What's the issue?"
Ryan leaned in slightly, voice low. "The thing is… your brother has clicked some naked images of my wife. He's asking us for money. I already gave him money, but he keeps demanding more. If I don't pay, he says he'll leak my wife's nudes online."
Emily's eyes widened in shock. "That perverted big brother of mine… how dare he!" She looked furious. "You stay here, mister. I'll go teach him a lesson."
Ryan stopped her gently. "No, don't go. If he gets pissed, he'll definitely leak the images."
She paused, thinking. "Then what should we do? How can I help you?"
Ryan smiled internally. Half the work was already done.
He lowered his voice. "Ethan has solid leverage against me, so to fight back I need something just as strong. You said you'd help… so it's time you take responsibility for your brother's deeds."
Emily looked shocked, but guilt flashed across her face. After a long minute of silence, she whispered, "Okay… I'll help you. Come in."
She quietly led Ryan to her bedroom, making sure not to make noise — Ethan rarely left his room anyway.
Once the door was closed, she turned to him, cheeks red. "Okay, mister… you can take pictures of me without clothes. That should give you leverage so my brother can't blackmail you anymore."
Ryan thanked her softly. She hesitated only a moment, then started stripping. She removed her top, then her bra, then her shorts and panties, standing completely naked in front of him.
Ryan started clicking photos — different poses, different angles. Emily got visibly aroused; her nipples hardened, and a faint sheen of wetness appeared between her thighs. Ryan's cock hardened instantly. He took his dick out.
Emily's eyes widened. "What are you doing, mister? Put it back in."
Ryan kept his voice calm. "It's only natural that I got hard after seeing a beautiful girl like you naked."
She blushed deeply but didn't protest further. Ryan continued taking pictures, now deliberately letting his cock appear in some of the frames.
He stepped closer, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. She gasped but didn't stop him. Ryan switched his phone to video mode and started recording.
Then he pushed inside her.
She gasped loudly. "We didn't agree about this, mister. But now you better finish what you started."
Ryan thrust deeper, voice low. "Yeah, and it will also teach your brother a good lesson. He shouldn't throw stones at other people's houses while his own house is made of glass."
She moaned, eyes fluttering. "Then… you better do it good. If this will cause some greater good, I'll do it…"
Ryan fucked Emily for thirty intense minutes. He made her cum four times — hard, shaking orgasms that left her whimpering and dripping. When he finally pulled out and came across her stomach, he had everything he needed.
He left the house quietly, then sent the video straight to Ethan.
**To be continued…**
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