Ryan Reign (New York Ruthless #4)(17)

“How wet is she, bro?” Conor growls.

Shane slides two of this thick fingers deep into my pussy and I bite my lip to stifle the groan.

“Soaking,” he says as he pulls them out of me again. “See?”

I realize he must be holding them up for his brother to see as Conor groans in appreciation, then the sound of Shane sucking his fingers clean makes my cheeks flush with heat. “So fucking sweet,” he growls.

“I know. She’s always sweeter after a spanking too,” Conor chuckles.

“Hmm,” Shane agrees as he smacks my ass again before sliding his fingers back inside me. Then he finger fucks me while he spanks me at the same time and I feel like I’m about to lose control, but he won’t let me. He keeps me teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Shane?” I plead with him to take pity on me.

He leans over me until I feel his cock pressing against the seam of my ass. “It’s Conor’s show, sweetheart.”

“No way, Angel,” Conor says in response and I groan in frustration as Shane pulls his fingers out of me and slaps my wet pussy making me cry out in pleasure. Devil!

“This ass is fucking beautiful, Con,” he says as he circles his finger over my asshole. “It think we should buy our girl some nice jeweled plugs for it, don’t you?”

My pussy clenches at the thought.

“Hmm. If she can learn to behave herself, maybe?” Conor replies.

“Imagine taking her out knowing she was wearing one? Fuck!” Shane hisses as he slides one wet finger inside my ass, right up to his knuckle, making me whimper as he slowly finger fucks me there now. His other hand slides between my folds and he begins rubbing gently on my clit, bringing me to the verge of orgasm again.

“Fuck, you look good getting punished, Jessie,” Conor growls.

I look at the screen to see him stroking his rock hard cock while he watches his brother and me and the sight of him causes a rush of wet heat that makes me shudder. Sensing I am about to fall off the edge, Shane sits back on his heels, stopping his delicious torment and making me groan in frustration.

He rubs his hands over my ass instead.

“Am I fucking her cunt or her ass for you?” he asks his brother.

“Both,” Conor replies and I gasp for breath. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Shane obliges by grabbing hold of my hips, keeping me in place as he drives his cock into my pussy. My walls clench around him and I can’t stop the yelp of pleasure escaping from my throat. Then he slides his thumb into my ass at the same time and I whimper shamelessly.

He fucks me slowly as Conor keeps on urging him on from his office in New York.

I am on the verge of passing out if he doesn’t give me some relief soon. I reach down and slide my hands between my thighs but Shane grabs hold of it and plants it back on the bed beside me. “You touch yourself again, sweetheart, and you won’t come at all,” he warns.

“You’re a devil,” I groan as he goes back to his punishing steady rhythm.

“Fuck her harder, Shane,” Conor groans.

“If I fuck her any harder, she’s going to come. So it’s up to you, Con. You wanna see our girl come hard all over my cock, or do you want me to keep torturing her for you?”

“Fuck!” Conor groans in frustration as though this is a really difficult decision and it’s him being tortured and not me.

“Please, Conor?” I beg as I gasp for breath.

“Oh, Angel. I love the way you beg,” he sighs. “But fortunately for you, I love hearing you come even more.”

With permission finally given, Shane pulls the pillow from beneath me and presses me flat to the bed with the weight of his body. “Spread those legs wide for me, sweetheart,” he growls in my ear and I do as he tells me. Then he rolls his hips, pressing deeper and further into me, hitting that sweet spot that makes stars flicker behind my eyelids. As I think I can’t take any more he pulls out and drives back in ever harder than the last time and I come with a rush of wet heat that soaks the duvet beneath us.

“Fuck!” Shane hisses.

“Did you just make her squirt?” Conor groans as his brother keeps on fucking me through my orgasm and the wet sound of him pounding me echoes around the room. With a final thrust, Shane finds his own release too and after he has emptied himself inside me, he lies down on top of me, panting for breath. As I glance at the screen, I see Conor cleaning himself with paper towels and realize all three of us have now had our happy ending.

Shane presses a kiss against my temple. “Good girl,” he whispers and my pussy contracts. Why the hell do I love him saying that to me?

“You two are devils,” I groan and they both laugh softly.

“Will you ever flirt with another man again though, Angel?” Conor says.

“Hmm?” I chew on my lip, because that was epic.

Shane pushes himself up and smacks my ass. Hard.

“No! I won’t,” I yelp.

“Good,” they both say in unison.

“As much as I’d love to hang around chatting with you two, I need to get some sleep,” Conor says with a yawn.

“And I got plenty of shit to do,” Shane glances at his watch and then jumps off the bed and walks to the laptop. “Catch you later, Con.”

“Later, bro. Love you, Angel.”