Page 10 of Another Ryan Christmas

My attention is drawn back to Jessie, who’s biting on her beautiful full bottom lip and staring at me like I’m the man with all the answers. Trailing my fingertips over her cheekbone, I cup her jaw and tilt her head back and the softest, sexiest little moan that falls from her lips makes my hard cock throb to be inside her.

“You want me to fuck you in front of my ex-girlfriend, angel?” Her perfect tits shudder as she gasps in a harsh breath. I slide my hand to her throat and wrap it around the base, squeezing gently. “You want me to prove to her that I belong to you? Shall I show her how hard you make me come? How I’ll fucking fall apart for you?”

Her tongue darts out, licking her lower lip. “I want her to seeyoumakingmecome. I want her to know that you own me. I’m yours, Conor,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck.

Holy fuck! How the hell do I resist that?

I glance over her shoulder at Shane. “She keeps her dress on at all times while those curtains are open. Nobody sees her body but us.”

A soft gasp falls from Jessie’s lips and she practically vibrates with excitement as she obviously realizes this is happening.

Shane nods his agreement. “If that’s what you want.”

I look up at the ceiling, barely able to believe that I’m even contemplating this. But I would do anything for this woman in my arms. Even fuck her in front of strangers it seems.

I brush my lips over the sweet smelling skin of her neck, allowing her scent to flood my senses. She soothes me in a way that no-one has ever been able to before. My fucking everything. If this is what she wants then I’ll give it to her. “Are you sure, angel?” I give her, or maybe me, one final chance to back out.

She places one hand on my cheek and I stare into her bright blue eyes. “Yes. But it’s okay if you don’t want to. We can close the curtains and I can just pretend they’re watching.”

My chest tightens with dark, possessive need. “No,” I growl. “Let them watch me take what’s mine.” I seal my mouth over hers, kissing her so hard that my head spins as I guide her toward the bed.

Shane is already ahead of me and is lying on the bed by the time Jessie and I reach it. I break our and cast an anxious glance at the window. I need to get out of my own head and forget they’re there.

“Take off her panties, Con,” Shane says, his voice deep and husky.

I kiss her again and she moans into my mouth. Crouching to the floor, I slip my hands beneath her dress and find her panties. She looks down at me, eyes burning with desire as I slowly pull her underwear down her legs, unable to resist dragging a finger through her soaking folds as I do. The scent of her arousal is thick in the air. My cock throbs. And now I’m right where I need to be. Now there’s only me, her and my brothers.

After I’ve taken her panties off I toss them to Liam, who holds them to his face before stuffing them into his jacket pocket with a wicked grin.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Shane’s deep commanding growl makes Jessie shiver.

She bites on her lip and keeps her eyes on me, as though making sure I’m still okay with this. I wink at her. “You heard him, angel.”

With my permission given, she turns to him, allowing him to take her hand before he helps her to straddle him. He pulls up her beautiful gown until it’s bunched at the top of her thighs.

Shane rests one hand on her hip while he frees his cock with the other. “You’re getting so fucked, Mrs. Ryan.”

“I sure hope so,” she replies with a soft giggle.

Mikey lies on the bed beside Shane, hands behind his head as he watches her intently—waiting his turn.

Shane grips her waist, his eyes almost rolling back in his head as he shifts his hips. I know from experience how good her wet pussy feels on his cock right now. “Slide onto me, sweetheart. I need to be inside you right now.”

Jessie grabs his shaft and guides him into her and the sight of her sinking down onto him has my mouth watering and my dick leaking in my boxers.

“Holy fuck!” Shane grunts.

Chapter7

Shane

My eyes roll back in my fucking head as my wife’s pussy squeezes me like a vise. I tighten my grip on her hips but I allow her to remain in control. She’s heavily pregnant and I’m constantly aware of the need to be careful with her, because I could easily fuck this woman into oblivion any single time I’m inside her—and she’d let me too.

“Your cunt is fucking perfect, sweetheart,” I grind out the words as she takes me all the way into her silky wet heat.

“Y-your cock is too,” she moans, planting her hands on my chest and rocking forward.

The thought that we have an audience behind that two way mirror makes me harder than ever for her and I clamp my jaw shut and try to picture the least sexy thing I can think of.

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