Page 82 of A Ryan Recollection

Unlike Shane and Mikey, he prefers privacy. Even the thought of someone other than his brothers hearing us, would bother him.

“Does Conor fuck you in here?” he asks as he starts to unzip his jeans, keeping his other arm wrapped tightly around me.

“Yes.”

He sucks in a deep breath and I feel him pumping his cock behind me before he picks me up with one arm and carries me across the small room until we’re standing in front of the full length mirror. I drop my eyes instinctively and he grabs my jaw, tilting my head up so that I’m looking at our reflection. “Look how fucking beautiful you are, baby.”

I look at him instead, staring into his eyes in the mirror.

“I said look at you, not me.”

“I’d rather look at you,” I whisper.

His lips dust over my ear. “Then watch me, baby. Watch my hands worship you.”

I look at his hand gripping my jaw and follow it as he rubs it down my neck, onto my chest before he squeezes one of my breasts, making me moan softly. Then the other slides from my waist where he’s holding me, gliding over my stomach. Over the gentle roundness in my lower abdomen that I can’t seem to flatten no matter how hard I work out.

I close my eyes as his fingertips trace over the silvery stretch-marks I have now.

“Open your eyes, Jessie,” he orders.

“You’re so bossy,” I protest as my eyes flicker open and I look at his huge hands on my stomach and breasts. Who am I kidding though? I love bossy Liam.

“Yeah?” he says, his warm breath on my neck making me shiver. “And you are even more beautiful now than you ever were. You gonna grow some more of my babies in here?” he growls, splaying his fingers across my abdomen.

“Hmm,” I murmur as his fingers slide lower.

“Spread those legs for me, baby.”

I do as he asks me, allowing him to slide his hand between my thighs. He cups my pussy as he tugs on my nipples with his other hand and wet heat pools in my center.

“Who was the first out of us to kiss you?”

“You were,” I breathe, remembering the night on the sofa with him and Mikey. It feels like just yesterday but also a lifetime ago.

“And who was the first one of us to taste this beautiful pussy?”

“You,” I gasp as he starts to circle my clit with the tip of his pointer finger.

“You’ve always been mine, Jessie,” he squeezes possessively.

“You were the first man I ever kissed for real,” I remind him.

He brushes his lips over the sensitive skin on my neck. “I know, baby. And now, I want you to watch yourself while you fall apart for me. And then you’re gonna watch me fuck you. You think you can keep quiet while I do that?”

“I’ll try,” I promise.

“You’d better do more than try, baby. Nobody else gets to hear you come but me, okay?” He slides a finger inside me while he goes on squeezing and tugging my nipples and I have to bite on my lip to stop myself from crying out as a wave of pleasure rolls through me. I moan softly instead.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he rubs the knuckle of his thumb over my clit while he adds a second finger.

“Liam,” I whimper. “You feel so good.”

“You too, baby. Your pussy is dripping for me. I can’t wait to slide my cock inside you too.”

Dear God.His filthy talk really isn’t helping me be quiet.

“Please?” I beg, pressing my hands flat against the mirror as my legs tremble. “I want you inside me.”

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