Page 97 of A Ryan Recollection

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My brothers tookthe twins for a bath about ten minutes ago and Jessie and I started tackling the mess that is the kitchen immediately after. We’ve made quick work of it together and all that’s left to clean is the kitchen island.

She walks up beside me with a wet cloth in her hand and a bottle of organic cleaning spray that she makes herself because she doesn’t want too many chemicals around our babies. She is way too fucking smart for me and I love every single fucking thing about her. And suddenly I realize I am alone with her. It’s going to take my brothers at least another twenty minutes to bath our kids and then get themselves cleaned up.

And now I have zero interest in cleaning.

I pick up a giant blob of green frosting on my forefinger and smudge it onto her neck.

“Mikey!” she shrieks.

“Sorry, Red, my hand slipped,” I say, grinning at her as she stands there pretending to be mad at me. “Here, let me get that for you,” I offer, resting my hand on her hip and turning her to face me. I bend my head low, running my tongue over her collarbone and then up the soft skin of her throat until I collect all the frosting.

A tremor ripples through her body.

“Mmm. So fucking sweet,” I murmur against her skin.

Her hands are in my hair now as she purrs like a kitten while I trail kisses over her neck. “Mikey,” she whispers. “We’re supposed to be cleaning.”

“I am cleaning,” I chuckle. “Cleaning you. You are very dirty, Red.”

“So are you.”

“About to get a whole lot fucking dirtier,” I say, grabbing her by her ass cheeks and lifting her onto the counter, pushing myself between her thighs.

“Mikey. No,” she laughs, trying to bat my hands away as I tickle her while I pull her dress up and off over her head.

I arch an eyebrow at her. “No?”

She stares at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief and delight as she chews on her bottom lip. I put a hand on her chest and push her to lie down flat on the counter top before dragging a stool over so I can sit down. Grabbing her ankles, I hook her legs over my shoulders.

She leans up on her elbows, staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes. “What are you doing?” she whispers.

“Oh you already know that, Red,” I grin at her as I hook her panties to one side. I slide a finger through her silky wetness and she sucks in a stuttered breath that make her perfect tits jiggle for me. “You make me so fucking hard, you know that, right?”

“Y-yeah,” she pants as I slip a finger inside her.

“And you’re always so wet and ready for me.” I thrust deeper. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“Oh,” she moans, lying flat on her back as I add another digit and rub her inner walls.

“You know what’s sweeter than all this frosting?” I ask as I start to pepper kisses along the inside of her thighs.

“No.”

“Your pussy, Red. You already knew that though.” I nip her thigh lightly and she whimpers. “So fucking sweet,” I growl as I breathe in the scent of her wet heat. I could fucking eat her all day every day. Every fucking meal and snack.

My cock throbs in my shorts, desperate to be inside her. But I gotta taste her first. Hooking a second finger into her panties, I pull them further aside, exposing her entire beautiful pussy to me. The soft, sucking sound of her wetness as I pump my fingers in and out of her makes my mouth water.

“God, Mikey,” she breathes.

I bend my head closer and swirl my tongue over her clit while I keep finger fucking her. She gets wetter every time I thrust back inside her and I lap at her opening, drinking her in before I suck on her clit again.

Her sweet, salty arousal runs over my tongue and I swear it’s the best damn thing I ever tasted. Thighs trembling, she moans softly and suddenly my balls are tightening and my spine is tingling and I feel like I’m gonna come just from eating her.

Reaching into my shorts, I grab hold of my cock and squeeze.

Sweet relief floods my body.Fuck!

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