Page 63 of A Ryan Recollection

“I don’t think this tattoo is gonna get finished otherwise, is it?”

“Probably not,” I admit.

“So do as you’re told and take off your panties,” he growls as his hard cock twitches against me.

I climb off him and reach beneath my sweater dress. Hooking my fingers into my panties, I peel them off over my legs.

“Give them to me,” Conor orders and I place them in his outstretched palm.

He wads them into a ball and stuffs them into the pocket of his sweatpants. Reaching for my hand again, he pulls me back onto his lap. “Take what you need, angel,” he growls.

Reaching between us, I tug his sweatpants down and release his huge cock. The crown glistens with precum and I bite back a smile but he sees it anyway.

“You seriously think having you sitting on my lap, grinding yourself on my cock would have me any other way, Jessie?” he groans. “Now slide your hot pussy onto me before Gia comes back in here.”

I wrap my hand around his thick shaft, causing a deep groan to rumble through his chest, before sinking onto him. He slides easily into my wet heat and I sink all the way down until our bodies are flush together. The sensation of being so full of him makes warmth and relief curl around my spine and flutter through my body.

“You feel so good,” I hiss as I roll my hips over him.

“Fuck!” he mutters, his teeth catching on his bottom lip as he grabs my waist and holds me still. “You can’t ride me while you’re getting a tattoo, Jessie, you’re gonna have to stay still.”

“I know,” I whimper as a rush of wet heat slicks us both. “But I’m not getting a tattoo right this second.”

The sound of the door opening makes Conor’s grip on me tighten and I close my eyes and still my hips. Despite how much I want to grind on him right now, I know that he’s right and I need to remain as still as possible while Gia has the instrument of torture pressed against my back. And having him inside me is calming enough for now.

“We ready to proceed?” Gia asks with a knowing smile. She can’t see thanks to my dress — but, oh she knows - if only by the pained expression on Conor’s face.

“Yep,” I say.

“Uh-huh,” Conor grunts, narrowing his eyes at me in warning.

I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing at the look on his face but at least it distracts me from Gia’s needles and I barely even notice when she starts tattooing me again.

I concentrate on Conor’s fingers digging into my hips. His huge cock throbbing inside my pussy as I force myself to keep still. But then as Gia switches from the quiet pen back to her gun, the sound of the tiny motor makes me flinch.

“It’s okay, angel,” Conor says softly, his deep voice rolling through my core.

But my body starts to tremble slightly.

“Keep her still,” Gia warns.

His gaze holds mine as he slides his hand beneath my dress and starts to rub the pad of his thumb softly over my clit, making endorphins flood my body.

I hiss out a breath but it stops the trembling as I focus on his expert fingers soothing me. He doesn’t apply enough pressure to get me off yet, just enough to make the pleasure coil up my spine and into every nerve ending in my body.

My walls squeeze around him and a growl rumbles through his chest. “Don’t,” he warns me.

I stare at him, my eyelids fluttering as he goes on gently rubbing my clit.

“Hold it, Jessie,” he grinds out the words.

I smile at him. He thinks I’m the only one about to come. That is so sweet.

I squeeze my walls around him again and again. Squeezing and releasing. Over and over. I see his eyes rolling in his head as he fights to maintain control.

“Jessie!” he hisses, but it’s too late. My walls ripple around him as I bring us both to the edge.

His eyes press tightly closed and his jaw sets in a grimace, his fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of my hips as he comes inside me with a deep, but almost silent grunt. And the sight of my usually cool, calm husband losing control tips me over the edge too. With his strong hands holding me, I manage to stay completely still while my orgasm rolls through my body in a long, intense wave. I clamp my lips together to stop myself from moaning loudly and the effort of staying still and quiet makes the climax even more intense. It implodes inside me, sending aftershocks of pleasure skittering through all of my nerve endings.

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