Page 28 of A Ryan Recollection

“Are you okay?” I ask with a frown.

“Yeah, but I think I just blacked out,” he laughs harder and the sound soothes every frayed edge and nerve in my body, making me laugh too. “Maybe give me a heads up if you ever plan on calling me Daddy again, yeah?”

“Hmm. You kind of got a little feral on me there,” I whisper. “And mean.”

He brushes my hair back from my face. “I’ll make it up to you.” He stands and carries me to the giant bed before tossing me into the middle. “You want my fingers or my mouth, sweetheart?”

“Um, both?” I say with a frown. “Given that you just almost blacked out and all because I rode you so hard, I figure I deserve it.”

Shane glares at me as he starts removing his clothes. “Don’t be a brat, Jessie, because I will happily still spank your ass instead and that threat of not letting you come for the rest of the month will become a promise.”

Just smile at him sweetly, Jessie. Say sorry, Sir because you know he’s in one of his controlling alpha-hole moods.“Your brothers wouldn’t allow it,” I say instead, my tone dripping with sass.

“Oh, so you want my belt, is that it?” he asks as he unbuckles it.

Dammit, yeah, I do.“No.”

“Too bad, sweetheart,” he growls as he pulls it off and the sound of the soft leather against the fabric makes my pussy drip with need. “On your hands and knees. Now!”

I mumble a fake protest but I flip over and push myself onto my knees.

“Your ass is fucking beautiful, Jessie,” he says right before he brings his belt cracking down right across the middle of my ass cheeks, making the already tender skin sting. Tears prick my eyes as a rush of pleasure washes over me. “And this pussy…” he growls as he trails the tip of the leather through my folds, making me whimper. When he flicks it lightly, grazing my clit, my knees buckle.

“Easy sweetheart,” he says softly. “You pass out on me tonight and my brothers will be super pissed.” Then he smacks my ass with his belt again until I moan his name.

I lose count of the number of times he spanks me but by the time I hear the familiar sound of the buckle dropping to the floor, I’m about ready to slip into unconsciousness or come on command. The bed dips behind me as he crawls onto it, rubbing his huge, soothing hands over my ass cheeks.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers before he slips two fingers inside me. Wrapping his free arm around my waist, he gently lowers me to the bed as he finger fucks me. “Spread a little wider for me.”

I can barely move my legs but I shuffle them further apart, allowing Shane to slide deeper inside. When he brushes my clit with his thumb, my climax rips through my body like black powder is running through my veins and he just lit the fuse.

It’s a good thing I was already lying on the bed because my entire body trembles and shudders as he rips a sound from me that I didn’t even know I was capable of making. My orgasm is still skittering through my body when he lies over me, pushing my thighs wider apart before he sinks his cock into me.

“Shane,” I moan, my cheek pressed against the mattress as he starts to nail me into it.

“I know, sweetheart,” he growls in my ear, driving into me harder. “Spanking you makes me so fucking hard.”

My head spins as my next orgasm builds so quickly, catching the sparks of the last one and igniting into a full blown inferno as it sears through my body.

“I can’t,” I cry out, unsure of what it is I’m telling him I can’t do— speak, think, control my bodily functions?

Shane presses almost the full weight of his body on mine, his lips on my neck as he kisses and bites the soft skin. “You squeeze me so tight when you come, sweetheart,” he grunts and I go off like I just went supernova, screaming so loud I swear I made a glass shatter somewhere.

“Fuck, Jessie,” he groans as my pussy squeezes him for dear life, tipping him over the edge along with me.

I’m still seeing stars when he rolls off me, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close to him as I remain lying on my front and trying to learn how to breathe again.

“You’re a devil, Shane Ryan,” I mumble when I finally regain the ability to speak.

“And you are fucking hellfire, Jessie Ryan,” he says before he presses soft kisses over my shoulder.

“Hmm. My ass feels like it’s been bathed in hellfire,” I giggle.

He rubs his hand over it softly. “I’ll take care of it as soon as I can feel my legs again,” he says drily making me laugh out loud. “It looks beautiful.”

“Like a candy cane?” I ask.

“Better,” he replies before he bends his head and trails kisses over the tender skin there. “I didn’t intend to be so rough because we’re going out later. Will you be able to sit down okay?” he asks, his voice tinged with a concern I rarely hear post spanking and making me wonder just how red and belt striped my poor ass is.

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