Page 11 of A Ryan Recollection

“Yes,” I whisper.What the hell have I done?

He slides his free hand under my dress and between my thighs and my cheeks flush with heat as I remember I’m not wearing panties. When his fingers brush over my bare pussy, he presses his lips against my ear. “Where the fuck are your panties?”

“Mikey took them.”

“Why?”

My cheeks redden further as I recall his younger brother finger fucking me in the den before he left for work. I had to put the twins down after that, and then I was intending to put some on when Shane accosted me in the hallway.

“Why?” Shane snaps again.

“He made me come and then he wanted to take them with him to work for the night.”

“So he’s gone to meet some of our biggest competitors with a pair of your cum-drenched panties in his pocket?”

“I guess.”

“Deviant little fucker,” he mumbles, rubbing his stubble over the delicate skin of my neck and making me squirm as his fingertips glide through my folds.

Then without any further warning, he drives two of his thick fingers deep inside me, making me suck in a shaky breath as his hand still grips my throat. “So fucking wet,” he hisses. “Your cunt is so greedy for us, Hacker. Our fingers. Our tongues. Our cocks.”

My walls squeeze around him and I moan softly, completely proving his point as he drives in and out of me. But then he stops just as suddenly as he started and I groan in frustration.

“But you have to earn all of those things, Hacker, and I don’t think you have,” he chuckles darkly as he lets go of my throat and pushes himself back until our bodies are no longer touching. I lean forward instinctively, needing his touch, but he takes a slight step backward so he remains out of reach.

Then he looks down at his groin. “Get on your knees and suck my cock.”

I obviously don’t acquiesce to his request quickly enough because he scowls at me.

“Now!” he snarls and I drop to my knees, hitting the concrete floor a little harder than I’d intended.

My fingers tremble as I reach for his belt and zipper, opening them as quickly as I can. I pull his cock free from his boxers and wrap my hand around his thick shaft, pulling it close to my lips. Precum glistens on the tip and I dart out my tongue and lick it clean, biting back a smile as it makes him groan softly.

I wrap my lips around him as his hands fist in my hair. Then I take him all the way to the back of my throat, savoring the taste of him. When I look up, he’s looking down at me, his eyes narrowed as he watches me suck his cock. He rocks his hips against me and my eyes water as he hits the back of my throat.

“Who taught you to suck cock so good, little hacker?” he growls as he palms the back of my head, holding me in place as he fucks my mouth.

I suck greedily — desperate to please him. His hands fist in my hair, pulling it at the roots and sending tiny sparks of pain and pleasure tingling through my head. When I glance up at him again, the look of pure desire on his face makes me suck him harder and deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbles almost incoherently as his eyes roll back in his head. I feel the warm glow of victory at my ability to make him lose control even when he works so hard to maintain it.

As I bring him closer to the edge, his fingers dig into my scalp and he pushes deeper, fucking my throat so hard that I have to hold onto his thighs to keep myself steady. But I take everything he can give me, reveling in his dominance over me, and with a few final flicks of my tongue against his shaft, he comes hot and heavy. It hits the back of my throat and he pulls back slightly, allowing me to swallow every drop.

He stares down at me and even though his eyes burn with fire and anger, there is so much love in them too. He can’t hide it, no matter how hard he tries and the realization makes my heart swell in my chest.

“Up!” he pants as he pulls his cock free from my mouth.

I wipe the saliva from my chin and stand quickly, waiting for my next instruction.

He begins unbuttoning his shirt and my pussy gently throbs in expectation. “Bend over the end of the bed and grab the rail,” he says as he continues undressing.

I swallow hard and do as he asks, leaning forward and holding onto the metal rail on the end of the bed until I’m at a forty-five degree angle, with my ass in the air and my head hanging down.

He moves behind me. “Spread them, Hacker. I want to see my pussy.”

I shuffle my feet along the concrete floor, peering between my thighs so I can watch him. The sight of his muscular, tattooed body and the things he does to me with it makes the slight throb in my pussy turn into the thrum of a Harley engine.

When he’s removed his shirt, socks and shoes, he pulls his belt from his suit pants. Palming the buckle, he wraps some of it around his fist, leaving half of it swinging free. Wet heat surges between my thighs making my legs tremble. To my shame and annoyance, I moan softly.

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