Page 83 of A Ryan Recollection

“I am inside you, baby,” he chuckles as he drives his fingers deeper. “Don’t you feel that?”

“Ah,” I groan as wet heat slicks his fingers.

“Yeah you do,” he growls and the sound vibrates through my body. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimper as he massages my inner walls and rubs my clit while he rolls my sensitive nipple between his finger and thumb.

“Fuck, Liam!” I hiss as quietly as I can as the first waves of my orgasm pulse through my core.

“Look how beautiful you are when you come for me,” he growls as he works his fingers expertly.

I look at myself in the mirror. My skin flushed pink. My body cradled in his strong hands. This is the body that he loves. The one that his brothers love. It is an irrefutable fact. One that I know in my bones.

His huge frame almost dwarfs me. His powerful thighs either side of mine. His thick biceps cocooning me — full of warmth and strength. He is strong and I am soft.

But my body is strong too. I grew two babies. Two incredible tiny humans who are going to change the world.

“I love you,” I breathe as my climax bursts through me, coating his fingers as he wrings the last drops with his skilled hands.

“Love you too, baby,” he whispers in my ear, sliding his fingers out of me. “Now lean forward and spread a little wider for me.”

I widen my stance, dropping my head between my shoulders slightly as he grabs hold of my hip with one hand and his cock with the other. He presses the crown against my opening and I draw in a deep breath. I still want more of him. I always want more.

“Keep your eyes in the mirror. Watch how I fuck you.”

I look in the mirror, my eyes on him rather than myself and watch his almost roll back in his head as he drives his cock into me.

“Fuck. You feel so good,” he growls. “So. Fucking. Good.” He thrusts on every word, rocking me forward onto my tiptoes every time he does and hitting me at the perfect angle.

Over and over again he rails into me. His eyes never leave my body as he fucks me relentlessly.

“Liam,” I pant, my breath fogging the glass.

“Come for me again, baby. Squeeze my cock with your tight pussy so I can I fill you with my cum.”

Oh sweet Jesus!

“Oh, God!” I shout out and he clamps a hand over my mouth, pulling me back so that my back is flush against his chest again.

“I warned you to keep quiet,” he groans in my ear.

Lifting me from the floor, he carries me to the huge purple chair and drops me onto my knees on the seat. Pressing a hand between my shoulder blades, he pushes me forward so my face is pressing against the back cushion.

“Bite down, baby. Because I’m giving you another one of them.”

“Liam, I can’t,” I whimper. “If you make me come again, I might ruin this chair.”

“You won’t,” he soothes, holding my hips in place as he slides deep inside me. “Just let me fuck you.”

“If you make me squirt all over this beautiful chair…” I trail off because he starts to trail kisses over my shoulders as he reaches in front of me and starts to rub my clit.

I squeeze my eyes tightly shut as my third orgasm crests and my entire body starts to shudder. Stars flicker behind my eyelids as he maintains his relentless fucking and rubbing and kissing. I’m so sensitive. I’m going to pass out or…

“Liam,” I whimper again.

“I said bite down,” he reminds me.

I press my face into the deep velvet cushion, muffling my moans as I come.

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