Bound (A Faery Story 1)

tugged his shirt off and tossed it away. He stared at her for a moment,

but Meg didn’t seem to feel self-conscious. She was so beautiful. Her

pussy was a ripe, pink jewel. Her clit pouted out of its hood, tempting

him to play. Cian played with her breasts, and she moved restlessly

beneath his hands.

Beck traced the lips of her pussy with his forefinger. She was

getting wet. Her folds were getting slick with a pearly cream. She

tried to move against him, seemingly trying to get his fingers in her

cunt, but Cian held her tight. Beck let his fingers follow the seam of

her pussy all the way down to her puckered asshole. Oh, that was a

pretty sight. “Ci, have you fucked that little ass of hers yet?”

Cian chuckled behind her. He licked and nipped at her neck. “No,

but I’ve played with it enough. I’ve stretched her. She’s ready.”

He saw Meg tense, but then she relaxed back against Cian’s skin.

It would be all right. She would trust them. She was theirs, and they

would always take care of her.

Beck leaned over and settled himself onto the mattress, belly

down. He shoved his nose in her pussy and breathed her in like he

would smell a flower.

“I love your scent, wife,” Beck growled before he swiped his

tongue across the swollen lips of her pussy. They pouted and

beckoned to him.

Meg cried out. Beck could feel the pleasure she took. It felt so

good. Her flesh was engorged and throbbing. Cian’s arms and legs

were manacles holding her down for Beck’s pleasure. It was

everything she could have wanted, and Beck was happy to give it to

her. Beck settled in to give his wife everything she desired.

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