Bound (A Faery Story 1)

become his own. It was everything he wanted, both halves of his soul

with one singular purpose between them—her pleasure.

He was getting close. His cock was pulsing as Meg thought about

Cian’s tongue fucking her pussy. Cian’s would spear her cunt as

thoroughly and ruthlessly as any cock. Beck’s tongue would play on

her nipples. Beck would suck on her nipples while Cian would lavish

his love on the tiny bead until Meg exploded.

Meg’s fantasy and Cian’s merged into one hot image. She

couldn’t tell what she was thinking and what was Cian’s, but she

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didn’t care anymore. His hand had tightened around his engorged

cock. It was purple now as he raced to the finish line. Meg could feel

his balls tightening. They were getting ready to shoot off. His control

was blown.

It no longer mattered. Meg wanted the orgasm. She slipped a

finger into her cunt, circling her clit with her thumb, her fingers

playing out the images in her head. She closed her eyes and saw Cian

and Beck working furiously over her. The two heads worked in

perfect harmony, suckling her breast and her clit. They loved her

taste. They couldn’t get enough of it.

Cian firmly took hold of their connection. Her own fantasy fell

away as she felt a tingle at the base of her spine. His hand was a fist

now, pounding away at his cock.

An image of Cian between her legs was all she could see now. It

was so real. It was almost as though he was really there with her, his

weight pushing her into the bed. He’d parted her thighs and shoved

his desperate cock deep inside her. He pushed himself in to the balls,

and still he wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to merge with her. He wanted

to be a part of her. God, he needed her so badly. He’d waited for her.