Page 124 of A Ryan Recollection

I rest my hands on his shoulders and hover over him, lining up the thick head of his shaft at my entrance. A deep guttural groan vibrates through his body as I sink a little lower, edging the tip in just a little. Then as though he can’t hold back any longer, he grabs hold of my hips and pulls me down onto him until I’m so full of him I gasp for breath.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” he hisses as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hips while he holds me still, allowing his huge cock to stretch and fill me.

“Conor,” I groan his name as I grind down on him.

Shane is sitting beside us on the bench seat and he brushes a stray lock of hair back from my forehead. “Just so we’re clear, when I say I’m happy to wait until next year, I mean like two minutes after midnight, okay?”

I smile at him before Conor grips my jaw in his strong hand and turns my head back to him. “Don’t look at him when I’m fucking you,” he growls and I bite down on my lip.

“Sorry,” I purr even though I’m not because I love bossy Conor so much.

He slides a hand up the inside of my thigh and rubs the pad of his thumb over my clit while he continues holding onto my hip with his other hand. He rolls me over his cock and I whimper and mewl as he hits the sweet spot deep inside me.

Then there are another pair of strong hands on my waist and a solid chest against my back as Liam joins us. He pulls my hair to one side, exposing the length of my neck before he peppers soft kisses over my delicate skin.

“You look so good when you’re being fucked, baby,” he whispers in my ear. Then his teeth graze my sensitive flesh as he starts to suckle softly while his hands glide over my ribs until he’s cupping my breasts, squeezing them in his huge hands.

“Oh, God,” I whimper as his and Conor’s attentions have waves of pleasure rolling through my core and converging in one sweet spot between my thighs.

“Come on my cock, angel,” Conor commands and like it’s been conditioned to do, my body obeys.

My orgasm crashes over me and I tremble in their arms as my cells absorb every delicious aftershock of pleasure.

“Good girl,” Liam growls in my ear and my pussy ripples around his brother’s cock.

“Such a slut for praise, angel,” Conor chuckles.

“You can’t call your wife a slut,” I protest feebly because I love every single word that comes out of these men’s mouths.

Conor slaps my ass and I yelp. “Never said you were a slut,” he says, his eyes narrowed.

“You kinda did, big guy,” I grin at him.

He glares at me and the fire in his eyes ignites one low in my abdomen. “On your knees,” he commands.

Liam shuffles back, allowing me some room to move and obey his older brother’s order. Once I’m on my knees, I look up at Conor, fluttering my eyelashes as his eyes burn into my skin.

“Suck my cock,” he growls. “See how good your pussy tastes on me.”

My tongue darts out and I lick my lip, sucking in a breath before leaning down and wrapping my lips around his thick crown. I flick my tongue over the end and taste his precum, mixed with the taste of my own arousal, as well as Shane from earlier — and it makes heat flush my skin.

Conor weaves his fingers through my hair and I rest my hands on his waist to steady myself as he fucks my mouth.

As I’m focusing on sucking Conor, I hear the sound of Liam’s zipper behind me and his groans of appreciation as he runs a hand over my ass. Then he’s pulling my hips backward and spreading my thighs apart with his knees.

“Such a beautiful fucking pussy,” he growls as he slides two thick fingers inside me causing me to groan around Conor’s shaft as I surge forward.

A few seconds later, Liam replaces his fingers with his huge cock, driving into me in one swift movement and pushing me further onto his brother as I take the entire length of both of them at the same time.

“Good girl,” Conor says as he rubs the pad of his thumb over my cheek, wiping away the tears as he hits the gag reflex at the back of my throat.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Liam agrees as he rubs his hands over my ass before grabbing hold of my hips. Then he starts to fuck me slowly, angling himself so the crown of his cock sweeps over my G spot over and over again.

My thighs are trembling as I try to focus on bringing Conor to climax, but Liam is thrusting into me so deeply — with deliciously rhythmic rolls of his hips that make heat and pleasure coil around my insides – that it’s hard to feel anything but my own pleasure.

Not to mention Conor’s hands on me, guiding me further onto his dick as he grunts and growls in appreciation. I moan and mumble as he rocks deeper into my mouth until I take him even further, while he holds onto my head. My body goes lax — completely pliable as I let them take full control. I am literal putty in their hands, but this is exactly how I like it. I have never felt more free and safe and cherished as I am when I’m being dominated by these four incredible men.

“Fuck, angel,” Conor groans as his grip on my hair tightens. He tugs at the roots as the muscles in his abs and thighs clench tightly. A few seconds later, he spurts his hot seed against the back of my throat and I mumble my gratitude as I swallow every single drop — sucking and licking his shaft until his muscles relax and his fingers slip from my hair.

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