Page 49 of A Ryan Christmas


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His words vibrate through my entire body as Conor pulls my zipper all the way down.

“Y-yes,” I whimper as wet heat sears between my thighs and my entire body starts to tremble.

“She’s always a good girl, aren’t you, angel?” Conor whispers in my ear as he turns me on his lap so I’m facing frontward before he begins peeling my onesie off over my arms.

I blow out a long breath as Shane takes hold of the fabric and starts to pull it over my hips and thighs. His dark green eyes burn into mine as he works the soft material over my legs and a few seconds later I’m completely naked as I sit on Conor’s lap.

“No panties, Red?” Mikey asks.

“Not with pajamas,” I whisper as my eyes stay fixed on Shane’s and I wonder what’s going through his devious mind.

“I’m gonna need you to hold her for me, Con,” Shane growls as his hands slide up my inner thighs. “I don’t want her to be able to move.”

Holy fuck!

Conor chuckles softly as he spreads my legs wider apart and hooks my feet beneath his calves. When my legs are secure, he takes hold of my wrists and places them behind my back, before wrapping his arms around me tightly so that I’m completely restrained. When Shane presses his palms against the top of my inner thighs, I can barely move at all.

My heart hammers against my ribcage as Shane dips his head close to my pussy. “You smell so fucking good, Hacker,” he breathes. “Why are you soaking wet already?”

“Because Conor was kissing my neck and grabbing my ass through the whole movie.”

“I was,” Conor admits.

“Can’t say I blame you, bro,” Mikey says as he sits on the sofa beside Liam watching me and his brothers intently.

“Hmm,” Shane mumbles before he starts to pepper soft kisses over the top of my thighs. I try to squirm in Conor’s grasp but I’m held still by the two of them.

“Why don’t you want me to move?” I whisper.

Shane looks up at me. “You know why, sweetheart.” He presses a soft kiss directly on my clit and I shudder. “Because I want to wear Mikey’s favorite drink.”

I hear Mikey laughing but the sound seems far away as I focus on Shane’s expert tongue as he swirls it over my sensitive flesh. “Shane,” I groan his name softly.

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin.

Conor nuzzles my neck while Shane sucks and nibbles on my pussy and my head starts to swim as pleasure builds in my core and starts to coil through my limbs.

“Tell her what we were going to do to her in the basement of the club, Con,” Mikey says.

“Fuck yeah,” he hisses. “We were gonna tie you up, angel. And then we were just gonna take turns fucking you and making come all night.”

“Oh my God,” I moan. That sounds so hot. “I wanna do that.”

“We’ll do it soon,” he promises as he kisses my neck.

“I’m gonna…” I come unexpectedly, my body shaking and shuddering in Conor’s arms. Shane growls his appreciation as he laps up my juices.

“Damn, angel, I need to fuck you right now,” Conor grunts in my ear and I shiver. “I’m gonna have to let her move while I get inside her, bro,” he says to Shane who mumbles his agreement while he goes on sucking my clit.

Conor snaps his fingers and Liam tosses him a bottle of lube from the coffee table. He coats his shaft quickly and expertly before lifting me slightly and spreading my legs wider using his feet. His cock presses against the seam of my ass and I whimper as he breaches my opening.

“I know,” he whispers in my ear, “Focus on Shane while I slide inside you, okay?”

“Yes,” I gasp as he sinks deeper while his older brother slips a finger inside my pussy. “Oh, God,” I whine, trying to buck my hips but the two of them hold me firmly in place.

Shane swirls his tongue over my clit and sucks my sensitive flesh at the same time as he massages his finger against that spot inside me that makes me whimper shamelessly — all while Conor fucks my ass. It’s too much sensation. I can’t handle any more…

“Oh, holy fuck,” I groan as my orgasm bursts out of me so violently that I hear it splashing onto the wooden floor.

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