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around his cock. It seemed to break something in the big Fae warrior.

He growled, and Meg was almost overcome with his need to

dominate her. She gave herself up to the experience.

She knew somewhere in the back of her mind that she should be

gagging. She should be fighting him off, but the sensation of sharing

the experience with him was far more powerful than any physical

reaction. His fierce bliss as he fucked her mouth was beyond anything

she had every felt. He was ruthless. He shoved himself in her mouth,

all caution gone. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was sure if she

touched her clit she would go off like a rocket. She was giving him

such pleasure, and it aroused her. She could see herself through his

eyes. She was sexy and hot. She was a goddess, and he was going to

tame her. She knew what was going through his mind. He was going

to fuck her until she promised never to leave him.

Beck fucked his way to the back of her throat. He shoved his cock

in, even as he pulled her head forward. The twin sensations called to

her submissive nature. He was so deep, she could feel his balls hit her

chin with each thrust. He was close. She felt as though she was in his

body. An almost painful anticipation was coursing through him. His

balls squeezed. Meg felt warning prickle tickled at the base of her

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spine. It was coming from him. He was close, she just felt it. He was

so close. Instinctively she swallowed around him when he hit the back

of her throat. Beck threw his head back and roared as he came.

Meg was suddenly full. Her mouth was filled with his essence,

and she was suffused with his orgasm. It rolled across her like a

powerful wave, bashing against her senses. Her womb clenched and

throbbed. Only Beck’s strong hands kept her from falling over. The

entire experience had been exquisite and completely draining.