Page 41 of A Ryan Recollection

He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before he slides two thick fingers inside me, ripping a guttural groan from deep in my core.

Liam groans too. “You know how much I fucking love how wet sucking my cock makes you, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” I pant as he drives his fingers deeper, rubbing the tips against the sweet spot inside me while he spanks my ass again.

“Because your tight little pussy is so wet, you’re dripping down my hand.”

“Liam!” I cry out his name as my inner walls clench around him and pleasure coils deep in my core, spiraling out until it winds through my limbs.

“Or is it the spanking making you soaking like this?” He spanks me again to emphasize his point and I bite into the covers as my hands fist in the soft cotton bedsheets. “Fuck,” he grunts as my pussy squeezes him like a vise and my climax tears through me like black powder.

“Liam,” I pant his name as I struggle to breathe.

He slaps my ass again. “Sir,” he reminds me with a growl.

“Sir,” I breathe.

He slides his fingers out of me and I hear him sucking them clean as he rubs his free hand over my back. “Time to see how well this sweet pussy can take my cock, huh?”

“Please, Sir,” I whimper, already needy for more of him.

Grabbing hold of my hips, his fingertips dig into my soft flesh as he lines the tip of his cock at my entrance.

“So tight, baby,” he grunts before he drives all the way inside me, making me moan loudly. He slams into me, pinning me to the bed. Heat and pleasure coil around my spine and I push my hips back against him, desperate for everything he can give me. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock,” he says with a deep, rumbling groan.

Leaning over me, he presses his hot mouth against my ear. “Let’s see how hard I can make you come with just my cock.” He rolls his hips, hitting the perfect spot inside me that makes me whimper desperately.

“Oh, fuck, Sir.”

“Fuck, Jessie,” he grunts as he drives harder. “Your pussy… you take my cock so fucking well, baby.”

“Yes,” I whimper as hot, pulsing pleasure rolls through every part of my body. And my sex god of a husband goes on railing me relentlessly, until I cry out his name and almost pass out with the strength of the climax he wrenches from my body.

I lay my face on the bed, panting breathlessly and craning my neck so that I can watch Liam. He pulls out of me, leaving a trail of my cum to drip down my thighs. He scoops some of it up with his pointer finger and then sucks it from his fingertip. “You taste so fucking sweet too, don’t you? Too fucking sweet to resist?” He spanks my ass again when I don’t answer. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I groan.

He grabs my hair at the nape of my neck, yanking me backward until my back is pressed up against his chest. I whimper as pain burns through my scalp, making more wetness slick between my thighs.

“You’re doing so well, baby. You want to be a good girl and let me fuck this juicy ass now?” He slides his wet fingers between my cheeks, pressing the tip of one inside me.

“Y-yes,” I gasp, rocking back against him.

“Yes what?” He drives his finger deeper and I melt against him. Damn, he plays my body like he can read my freaking mind.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good fucking girl,” he grunts in my ear before pushing me back down onto the bed. “But I think we need to get these panties all the way off you first, huh?” He tugs them down over my thighs. “These are fucking soaking.” He pulls them off and holds them in front of my eyes. “And this is all you. See how wet you got for me, baby?”

“Yes.” My cheeks burn with heat.

Then with a low growl, he presses them against my face. “Smell how fucking hard I make you come.”

Holy fuck!The scent of my own arousal fills my nose and I groan loudly.

“You want to taste too?” He wads them into a ball and wipes them over my lips. “Open.”

I press my lips together, wanting to see how far I can push my usually sweet, sensitive husband.

---