Page 139 of A Ryan Recollection

“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.

Conor bands his arms around her, holding her in place while he fucks her through her

climax, chasing his own while she comes apart around us both. Her eyes shutter closed, her mouth hangs open and tears run down her cheeks and I have never in my life seen anything so fucking perfect as her.

Chapter8

Mikey

Ican’t sleep. Memories of fucking my wife in front of those people in that room earlier has my cock harder than an iron bar. If she wasn’t almost nine months pregnant and needed her sleep, I’d wake her up and eat her sweet cunt before burying myself inside it again.

I brush a thick strand of her red hair behind her ear. Even if I woke her up now, she’d let me do whatever the fuck I want to her. A quick kiss on her neck and a hand in her panties and she’s putty in my goddamn hands and I fucking love it. I love her. I love the life she’s given us.

Jessie shifts onto her back, rubbing a hand beneath her bump.

“You okay, Red?” I whisper.

“Yeah. More cramps,” she says through clenched teeth.

Shit! Did we fuck her too hard earlier? No. So, is this …? I push up onto my elbow and rub my free hand over her stomach. “Contractions?”

Shane stirs beside me. “What?” he mumbles sleepily.

Jessie sucks in a harsh breath before answering my question. “I dunno.”

“Tell me what I can do, Red.”

She shuffles into a seating position before drawing in another deep breath. “I … fuck, it hurts.”

“What is it, sweetheart?” Shane asks, wide awake now and voice full of concern.

She screws her face up like she’s in intense pain and it makes me feel fucking useless that I can’t do anything about it. A moment later, her features relax again. “Contractions, I think. But we have three weeks left.”

“Us Ryans are impatient fuckers though, angel,” Conor growls as he pushes himself up to sit beside her.

Liam sits bolt upright blinking in the dim room. “Is the baby coming?”

“Maybe. I dunno,” Jessie whispers.

Conor places his hand on her stomach next to mine. “Poor kid’s gonna have his birthday on Christmas Day.”

“I’ll try and hold out until Boxing day,” Jessie says with a soft laugh before she gasps loudly, her hand flying to her lower stomach again.

“Fuck! Is that cum from earlier or did you water just break, angel?”

Liam switches on the lamp and sure enough there is a huge wet patch spreading across the covers beneath Jessie.

“M-my water,” she pants.

“Call the doc,” Shane orders and Conor jumps out of bed and grabs his cell phone.

I brush Jessie’s hair back from her face. “Our boy’s gonna be here soon, Red.”

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