Page 34 of A Ryan Recollection

He wipes some drool and cum from my chin, and I smile up at him, desperate for his approval now that I’ve got what I wanted from him. His dark eyes twinkle, and I can tell he’s smiling behind that mask but he doesn’t speak the words I’m waiting for. Not yet.

He pulls me up and I stand on shaky legs. Then he takes a huge hunting knife from one of the pockets of his pants. “Such a shame to ruin this pretty dress.”

“So don’t. It’s one of my favorites,” I remind him. In fact, he bought me it.

But he takes no notice, taking hold of the neck of my dress, he uses the blade to slice a clean cut straight down the center until it’s hanging from my arms .

His gaze drifts down to my panties. They are black lace – his favorite kind. “And it’s a damn shame to ruin these,” he adds right before he cuts the panties off me too. The remaining scraps of fabric slide down my legs, landing in a pile at my feet.

“You could have just taken them off,” I fake my indignation as I kick off my sneakers along with the remaining fabric. But the truth is every cell in my body is desperate to have his hands on me again.

“Don’t forget the bra,” the vampire pipes up from his spot on the bed where he has a ringside seat to this particular show.

“I’m on it,” his brother replies before slicing through the front of that too until it’s hanging off my arms along with my dress.

“Her clothes are still in the way,” the vampire says with a sigh.

The clown rolls his eyes, but then he cuts through the remaining fabric until it all slips from my body, leaving me standing naked with my arms tied around my back. “Better?” he asks.

“Yes,” both me and the vampire say in unison.

The clown narrows his eyes at me as he pockets his knife. Then he slips a hand between my thighs and I lean into his body, seeking the heat and warmth of him in the cold room. His fingers glide through my slick folds, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.

“So wet,” he hisses, the pads of his fingers rubbing firmly over my swollen clit. “Did one of your husbands just fuck you?”

Heat flushes over my chest and neck. “No,” I whisper truthfully.

He dips the tip of one finger inside me and a rush of wet heat makes my legs almost buckle. “So is this all for me and my brother?” he asks with a cock of one eyebrow.

“For your brother,” I pant, teasing him. “I have a thing for fangs.”

“Oh yeah?” he snarls.

“Yeah,” I whimper.

He wraps one of his huge arms around me, holding me close as he thrusts a second finger inside me. He’s rougher now and I suck in a breath as he gives me exactly what I need from him.

I press my body into his, my face against his neck as I inhale the scent of his skin, mixed with the scent of blood and dirt on his clothes. The thick material is rough against my soft flesh as he holds me tighter, and I moan loudly as my senses threaten to overwhelm me. He finger fucks me harder, forcing me onto my tiptoes as he drives deeper and rougher. The pads of his fingertips press against the sweet spot inside me that has my legs trembling and my heart pounding in my ears. I would do anything right now for the promise of what he can deliver and he knows it.

“You hear how wet she is?” he groans as his fingers grow slicker with my arousal.

“Yup.”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as heat furls up my spine and pleasure sizzles through my nerve endings. And right when I’m about to fall off the edge, the clown stops. Pulling his hand from between my thighs, he leaves me a trembling mess.

“Mikey,” I whimper in protest

“Who the fuck is Mikey?” he laughs darkly before slipping his fingers beneath his mask and sucking them clean. “Besides, it’s my brother’s turn to have a little fun with you now.”

“Sure is. Come here,” the vampire, says, holding out one hand to me while he has the other wrapped around the base of his thick cock.

“Go make him come as hard as you just made me and maybe you might get a little something in return,” Mikey says as he turns me, guiding me toward the bed.

My eyes focus on his twin, Liam – and I don’t think I have ever seen him look hotter than he does in his black camo gear. My pussy is aching to have him inside me.

As soon as I’m in touching distance, Liam grabs hold of me, pulling me down onto the bed until I’m straddling him. He pulls his mask down, tucking it beneath his chin. “Come sit up here.” He traces his fingers over his lips. “I want to taste you.”

Oh yes please!My legs tremble violently as my body screams for some release. With the help of Liam’s hands on my hips, I shuffle up the bed until I’m sitting directly above his face.

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