already wetness there. He used it to lubricate his palm and facilitate
smoother strokes. He tightened his hold on the monster, and Meg felt
him sigh as he spread his legs and upped the pace.
Little drops of pre-cum wept from the slit of his dick. If she were
with him, she would lean over and lick it off. Was that her thought or
Cian’s? The connection was so new that Meg had to wonder. A vision
of just what Cian wanted her to do flowed over her brain, taking over
her thoughts. She would run the tip of her tongue just inside the slit
and tease him lightly. His big body would shudder in response and
urge her on. He would fist his cock while she sucked the head,
begging him to feed her all of his cum.
Meg felt Cian’s chuckle as though it came from inside her own
body.
“Bastard,” she whispered.
He knew she could feel him. He was pushing the experience out
toward her. It was like she was there with him, almost as though she
was Cian. She could feel his pleasure and his intent. He wanted her.
Oh, she could feel that. He wanted her so badly. Meg stumbled into
the bedroom and threw her body on the bed. She wouldn’t be able to
ignore the vision. It felt too good to ignore.
His hand was firm now as he ran it up and down his cock. She
writhed on the bed, her legs restless as he caressed himself. He was
thinking about her. He’d moved on from thoughts of her mouth to
other body parts. He was thinking how good it would feel to have her
tight pussy all around him. The muscles of her pussy would clench
around his cock, trying to tempt the cum out of him. He wanted to
give her his cum. It belonged to her. It was only right for her to take
it.
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