Bound (A Faery Story 1)

Sophie Oak

She tried to be reasonable, but it was hard. He wasn’t guarding his

thoughts. He was pushing them toward her. She could see an image of

what he wanted to do to her, and it was dark and nasty and so

tempting she wanted to cry. It made her wet and ready for him. He

wanted to lie back in the grass and grip her hips. He wanted to skewer

her with his cock. He wanted to pound into her so hard her breasts

bounced. She could feel her pussy start to pulse, desperate to have

him inside. His need had started an ache in her, but they weren’t that

far from the goblin cave. Anyone could come walking along.

“I said lift your skirts,” Cian growled. His beautiful face was

slightly savage. He’d gotten his cock free, and he was his brother’s

twin. Cian’s cock was huge. He stroked it as though trying to placate

the monster. “I want to see my pussy. Megan, I won’t ask again. I

won’t accept anything less than what you’re willing to give my

brother. I’m in charge of this, and you’re going to obey. Is that

understood?”

He was trying to give her exactly what she’d said she wanted. He

was trying to top her, and Meg responded. It felt good to chuck her

inhibitions and concentrate on pleasing Cian. Meg spread her legs and

pulled her skirt up. She wasn’t wearing underwear. It was so much

easier because she could feel how much she pleased him. It radiated

off of him.

“You have a gorgeous pussy, Meggie mine. Now turn over and let

me see that ass. I need to make a few things clear to you.”

Meg had to force herself to breathe. She turned over, the grass soft

under knees.

“Higher, Meg. I want that ass in the air.”

Meg leaned over, putting her face in the grass, f

orcing her