Bound (A Faery Story 1)

their bond. He wasn’t upset. A sense of peace flowed from Beck’s

mind. He wasn’t about to reject her.

“Mo shonuachar,” he whispered with a happy sigh as he stroked

her.

He was the passive one now, allowing her to lick his softening

dick clean. She thoroughly cleaned him from the tiny slit of the head

all the way to his balls. He loved having her play with his balls. She

would remember that. She curled her tongue around one and then the

other.

He chuckled before gently pulling away. He undid the ties on her

hands. “Thank you, love. I believe it’s Ci’s turn. Do what he tells you

to or I’ll tie you up again, and I won’t let you out the rest of the

night.”

Beck was catching his breath as he sat back in the rocking chair.

He looked very satisfied and ready for a show. A lazily indulgent

smile broke over Beck’s face. Meg cried out as Cian pulled his face

away from her pussy. He gripped her hips and shoved her down his

body.

“Ride my cock, Meggie,” he ordered. Her playful lover was gone.

He used his hands to lower her slowly onto his throbbing dick. His

face was turned up as he watched his flesh disappear into hers. “Do

you know what he just called you, mo shonuachar?”

Meg shook her head, concentrating on the exquisite feeling of

Cian filling her. He moved with painstaking slowness. Cian had

always been careful with her and enjoyed prolonging the pleasure.

Cian flexed his hips up and seated himself fully inside her tight,

soaking pussy. “Soul mate. Our soul’s mate. I love you, mo

shonuachar.”

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