Page 11 of Another Ryan Christmas

“Fuck, Shane,” she murmurs as she coats me in a rush of slick heat and I realize how futile that plan is. All I can ever think of is her. She consumes me. Every-fucking-thing I do and everything I am is for her. And now the scent of her sweet cum is filling this room and I want to throw her down on this bed, spread her wide open and feast on her dripping cunt before I fuck her. But I can’t. This is about me and Conor taking her together in front of an audience. About giving our girl what she’s been craving since the very first time we came to this club. And afterward, I’ll fuck her with Mikey while they all watch too, and our girl will come harder than she ever has in her life.

I still Jessie’s hips, before she rides both me and her to a finish before Conor gets anywhere near her. “Hold on, sweetheart.” She sinks her teeth into her plump bottom lip and whines. “Such a needy little slut for our cocks,” I say quietly and her cheeks flush with heat.

Conor climbs onto the bed behind her, pulling her hair to one side, he drags his teeth over the side of her throat. “So fucking needy, angel.” She shivers and her pussy pulses around my cock. “Look at you waiting her for me to fuck you with my brother in front of a room full of strangers.”

She drops her head back and her pouty lips open on a moan.

Looking over her shoulder at me, Conor flashes me a wicked grin. “You want my cock in your ass while Shane fucks your sweet pussy?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpers as her walls squeeze my dick tighter.

“You look fucking beautiful with them, baby,” Liam says from his spot on the wingback chair where he watches her intently. He’s always watching her. We all are.

Mikey sits up and gives her a brief kiss full of tongue that makes her tremble. “Fucking incredible, Red.”

“Oh, fuck!” she moans so fucking loudly that Mikey and Liam grunt their approval and I figure Conor is currently edging his way into her tight ass.

He lifts her dress a little, careful not to expose her to the people watching outside of this room. “So fucking tight, angel, but so fucking ready for me too, aren’t you?”

She rocks forward. “Yes!”

“Hold her still, Shane,” Conor growls and I grip her more firmly, my fingertips digging into her soft flesh.

Jessie’s chest heaves with the effort of her panting, her perfect round tits straining against her gown. I tighten my grip on her, stopping myself from tearing her beautiful gown from her body so that I can see her hard nipples. I want to bite and lick and suck them. But I will soon. As soon as the five of us are alone. Conor presses his lips to her ear. “That’s my good girl, I’m almost there.”

I feel him sinking deeper inside her, his cock fitting snugly in her ass as mine goes on getting milked by her greedy cunt.

I let out a breath. “Jesus, fuck, sweetheart!”

“Is our girl fucking you, Shane?” Mikey asks with a devious chuckle.

“Uh-huh,” is all I can manage to say as she squeezes and releases over and over again. Jessie trails her hands down my chest and my eyes fucking roll again. “Stop that, sweetheart,” I growl.

“I c-can’t,” she whimpers. “You both feel so good.”

“Are you all the way in, Con?” I snarl at my younger brother because if I have to hold off from fucking my wife a second longer I will fucking implode.

Conor thrusts forward, a deep sigh falling from his lips as he does. “I am now.”

“Fuck me,” Jessie whines.

“We’re about to, sweetheart.” I rock my hips upward and drive into her so hard I’m sure her teeth rattle in her head, but I can’t hold back any longer. And fuck me, but my girl groans my fucking name and bears down on me like she’s desperate for more.

“You love being fucked in front of strangers, angel?” Conor asks as he ruts into her from behind.

“Y-yeah.”

“You like people seeing us lose control for you?” he growls. She nods her head, her pussy fluttering around my dick and her breathing growing faster and heavier with every thrust of our hips. “Like showing everyone how you fucking own us?”

“Yes!” Tears leak from the corners of her eyes and she becomes almost boneless as her body goes limp between ours. We hold her upright, railing into her with an urgent need to claim her—every inch of her body, every breath, every-fucking-thing she has.

“And who owns you, sweetheart?” I growl.

Her head drops back, resting on Conor’s shoulder as her orgasm begins to ripple through her incredible body.

“Who, Jessie?” I bark.

“Y- you do,” she screams the words so loud that I’m sure the entire club must have heard her and the thought that they have makes my balls draw up with hot pulsing need. I drive into her harder and my head spins with the force of the climax her tight cunt pulls from my body.

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