Page 16 of A Ryan Recollection

“Okay,” I whisper.

“No running to my brothers to make you feel better.”

“I don’t do that,” I protest and he arches one eyebrow at me. “I mean, I know I used to, but I don’t now,” I say softly.

He rubs his fingertips over the belt marks on my skin, making me shudder against him. His eyes narrow as he stares at me. “You regretting asking me to be that asshole who locked you in this room, sweetheart?”

“No,” I say with a soft shake of my head. “Because when you had me bent over this bed earlier, I realized something.”

“What’s that?”

“That you can never be that guy for me. Not anymore.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“Because I used to be a little bit scared of him,” I admit, my voice barely a whisper. “But no matter what you do, Shane, I could never be afraid of you.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“It’s a very good thing.” I smile at him. “I do like the role playing though.”

He arches an eyebrow at me. “You knew I was faking the whole time?”

“Yes, but you really got into it. It was so hot.”

“Hmm. If I ever did keep you prisoner, little hacker,” he growls as he rolls on top of me and starts to pepper soft kisses over my throat. “It would be in my bed.”

“Well, by all means keep me prisoner any time you like.” I grin at him.

He brushes my hair back from my face. “After I scrub you clean in the tub…” he whispers before he trails soft kisses over my neck that make me squirm.

“You’re going to what?” I pant.

He lifts his head and looks at me again. “I’m going to spread you wide open on my bed and eat your pussy until you squirt all over my face.”

Wet heat sears between my thighs.

“And then I’m going to hold you down and fuck you real slow, sweetheart. I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside your sweet pussy.”

“You are?” I whimper as his hand slides between us and he starts to circle my clit.

“Yeah. I’m going to fuck you like that for hours. Making you come over and over again until you won’t even know what day it is.” He goes on rubbing my clit as he talks.

“Shane!” I moan as he brings me to the edge again. Warm waves of pleasure roll through my core, converging at the sweet point where he has his fingers on me. My thighs tremble as he starts to kiss my neck again.

“Where’s my good girl?” he whispers and I’m gone.

Completely undone.

My orgasm goes off like a firework display on the Fourth of July. He goes on rubbing my clit until every last spark has fizzled from my body and I lie in a complete boneless heap beneath him.

“I love your filthy mouth, Shane Ryan,” I whisper.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I know.”

A Ryan Restraint

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