Page 14 of A Ryan Recollection

I gasp for breath as I wait.

As much as I love him fucking my ass, my pussy is throbbing with a dull aching emptiness. At least now I understand why he used the condom, but what the hell is he waiting for?

“I want you inside me, Shane,” I pant. “Please?”

He presses the tip of his cock into me and I suck in a breath.

“Of course you do, because this is always what you really want, isn’t it?” he says as he edges deeper inside. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll still feel me inside you for the rest of the week.”

“Then do it,” I pant as I try to move my hips to meet his but he holds me in place.

“Soon. I want to hear you beg some more. I want you desperate for my cock inside you.”

“I already am, Shane. Please?”

He closes his eyes and takes a breath and then he drives into me so hard, the small metal bed-frame rattles against the wall.

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss as my walls squeeze him, trying to pull him deeper even as he fills me completely. “You feel so good.”

“Because your cunt was made for my cock,” he growls. “You were made for me, Hacker.”

“I know,” I groan as he nails me to the bed, his face buried in my neck.

I want his lips on mine so I turn my head to try and kiss him and that’s when I see his watch.

It’s the Breitling I bought for his fortieth birthday — the one I got engraved with a quote that reminds me of him and suddenly I don’t want asshole Shane at all.

I want my Shane back. “I love you,” I whisper as the emotion wells in my throat.

“I know,” he grunts as he drives harder and deeper, hitting that sweet spot over and over again until every cell in my body is trembling.

Only when I’m on the edge again does he lift his head and look at me. He dusts his lips lightly over mine, taunting me with the promise of a kiss, which he then denies me.

I groan loudly, pulling at my wrists to free them from the belt until the leather bites against my skin. “Shane? Please?” I beg.

“You gonna come for me again, Hacker?” he chuckles.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“You’re so fucking easy.”

“Assho-” I start to say, but before I finish the word, he seals his lips over mine, sliding his tongue inside and making me whimper shamelessly as he claims my mouth like he just did my ass and pussy.

He is so right though. I am easy when it comes to him. I would let him do anything he wanted to my body because I trust him implicitly.

As he goes on kissing me, he reaches up and frees my wrists and as soon as I can move, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, pulling him closer and making a soft growl rumble in his throat.

He slides his hands beneath my body until his arms are wrapped around me and we are no longer two people at all but one tangled bundle of arms and legs. My walls squeeze him too as I try to take everything from him, and when my next orgasm hits I wrench my lips from his so that I can suck in a breath before I pass out.

“You squeeze my cock so fucking tight when you come, sweetheart,” he groans as he drives into me a few more times before he finds his own release.

He buries his head into my neck again, biting down on the soft skin there as he grinds out every last drop of his cum inside me. When he’s done, he lies on top of me, his forehead pressed against mine as we both pant for breath.

“You fuck like a demon,” I gasp.

“Because you turn me into one, sweetheart,” he says as he rubs his nose over my throat and I squirm as his stubble tickles me.

“You realize you could never actually keep me down here, right?” I breathe. “Theoretically speaking, obviously. I mean this bed isn’t very comfortable.”

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