Page 42 of A Ryan Recollection

“Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth,” he growls.

The deep, commanding timbre of his voice sends pleasure and excitement skittering up my spine. A deep, aching heat rolls in my core and I open my mouth, allowing him to stuff my wet panties inside.

Then without any further warning, he pushes the tip of his thick cock into my ass. The sensation of him stretching me open with only my own cum as lube makes pleasure and a delicious burning pain snake up my spine, each sensation fighting for control of my body. And when he bites down on my neck as he pushes his cock deeper inside me, pleasure wins out and I moan, the sound muffled by the damp fabric.

He leans over me again, his chiseled chest pressed up at my back and his muscular thighs flush against mine as he pins me flat to the mattress “Jesus, fuck, your ass is tight,” he says with a grunt. “Your review is going so well, baby, I think I might just keep you.”

Yes please, Sir.

“How about you become my personal assistant, huh? My own personal fuck-toy to use whenever I feel like it.”

Holy goddamn fuckballs, who is this guy and what has he done with Liam? I nod my head, my words of agreement far too muffled by my panty gag for him to understand.

“Yeah,” he grunts, teeth trailing over my shoulder blades. “Keep you locked in this room so I can fuck you all day and all night?”

“Hmm,” I mumble before taking a deep breath through my nose as he drives into me even harder until tiny specks of light pepper my vision and molten heat sears though my body. He pulls out slowly before driving back in hard again. And he does it over and over, relentless and frustratingly steady, keeping me on the edge of complete oblivion.

I moan as loudly as the gag allows, wishing I could beg him for more—or less—or to go harder—or stop—anything other than the delicious, slow torture of the way he’s fucking me.

I try to push backwards against him, but he holds me in place with his huge, powerful frame, laughing darkly at my efforts. “Aw, you want to come again, baby?”

“Mmff.” I nod as tears roll down my cheeks.

He pulls out slowly again. “You think you passed your review?”

I nod again.

“Yeah?” He drives back inside and I almost black out with the strength of the tremors that wrack my body.

“I dunno, baby,” he whispers hoarsely. “Maybe I’ll need to go another round or two before I decide.” He licks a tear from my cheek before burying his face in the crook of my neck. Then he places his huge hands over mine, uncurling my fingers from the sheets, before he raises them above my head and pins my wrists to the bed.

I whimper because I know he’s about to nail me into the afterlife, or at the very least a coma.

“You. Make. Me. So. Fucking. Hard,” he grunts close to my ear, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips.

I take a deep breath through my nose. My heart races. Blood thunders through my veins. Electric pulses of pleasure vibrate through every cell in my body.

“I love you so fucking much,” he groans as he rolls his hips, rocking them slowly and sinking deeper into me than before. And it’s my undoing. I come hard, shaking and trembling as a torrent of arousal rushes between my thighs, making Liam groan loudly and appreciatively as I soak his suit pants. I struggle to breathe and he pulls the wadded up panties from my mouth, allowing me to suck in deep, bone shuddering breaths while he fucks me through the last tremors of my orgasm until he comes too, shouting my name loudly as he does.

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“You did so good, baby,” Liam soothes as he cradles me in his arms and lies on the bed, pulling me snug against his chest. I nestle into him, completely naked while he’s still in suit, but feeling warm and spent.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper softly making him laugh.

“You liked that, huh?”

I sigh contentedly. “Yes I did.”

He drags his knuckles over my cheek. “My pants are soaked in your cum.”

I smile, draping my leg over his hip and ensuring our bodies as close together as humanly possible. “I know. But that’s all your fault.”

“Damn fucking right it is,” he says with a possessive growl as he bands one arm tighter around me, while tipping my head up so he can look into my eyes.

“I loved calling you sir,” I say with a flutter of my eyelashes.

He arches an eyebrow at me. “Yeah, I got that.”

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