Page 59 of A Ryan Recollection

“Conor,” I groan as I shift on his lap.

He starts to trail feather light kisses along the column of my throat. “Shall I take it easy with you, angel? Fuck you nice and slow?” he murmurs.

“Yes please.”

“Slide onto my cock then. Show me how you much want it.”

I reach for his sweatpants and pull his cock free, wrapping my hand around his hard shaft and squeezing hard until he moans before I lower myself onto him. I sink deep, allowing him to stretch me so deliciously slowly that it makes tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

“Fuck, Conor. You feel so good,” I gasp.

“Because your pussy is molded to my cock, angel,” he says as he stares deep into my eyes.

Grabbing hold of my hips, he rolls me over him, taking back control after he allowed me it for a moment. “You were made for us Ryan boys, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I agree.

“What’s your name?”

“Jessie Ryan.”

“Yeah it is,” he pushes his hips up, hitting deeper. “Are you our good girl?”

Oh fuck!“Yes.”

“Did you enjoy our Halloween surprise?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “A lot.”

Laughter ripples around the room.

“I’m gonna make you come now, angel and then we’re going to bed for some movies and sleep. Okay?”

“Yeah,” I say as he goes on rolling my hips over him as his cock pulses in my pussy and my walls squeeze around him.

I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me closer as he fulfills the first part of his promise.

A Ryan Christmas

ChapterOne

JESSIE

Five days to Christmas

My fingers are trembling as I press the button for the elevator of our penthouse apartment. If I just keep taking deep breaths, I’ll be okay, right?

You can do this, Jessie. Just breathe. It’s all gonna be fine.

“Where did you say you were headed, angel?” His deep voice carries across the hallway.

Shit!

I have four husbands, Shane, Conor, Liam and Mikey Ryan. Of all of them, he had to be the one to come out here and ask me that They’re pretty much all possessive alpha-holes who like to be made aware of my every move. I also suspect they all know me better than I even know myself, but Conor – well he sees right through me, no matter what.

Taking a breath in and forcing a smile, I turn and face him. “I told you. I’m not leaving the building. I’m going to the basement. I’m going to be perfectly safe.”

He narrows his dark brown eyes at me as he steps closer. “Yeah, I heard that part. But why?”

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