Bound (A Faery Story 1)

the place where his cock met her pussy.

“It’s beautiful,” he muttered as he watched himself fuck her.

“You’re beautiful.”

She felt beautiful. She let her hands trail down his strong back to

his muscular buttocks and let her nails dig in lightly. She wanted all

of him.

“You open up for me.” He spread her legs further and shoved that

last inch in.

Meg had never been so full. This was connection. This was what

she’d missed all of her life.

He leaned forward so his pelvic bone ground against her clitoris as

he swiveled his hips and panted. His long, dark hair flowed all around

her. It tickled her skin, making her feel like he was touching her in a

hundred spots. Then, only one spot mattered as he pushed himself

deep one last time.

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This time Meg didn’t hold back her moans. She groaned as he

stiffened above her. She could feel his cock pulsing deep inside her,

jetting his cum toward her womb. The orgasm rolled across her,

leaving her trembling as he fell forward against her body.

She wrapped her arms around him. She could feel his heart

beating against her breast. He nuzzled her neck. His cock was still

inside her pussy, and if she could sleep that way, she would. He was

everywhere, all around her. She never felt so safe.

He rolled off her, and she could feel his disappointment.

“I lost my head at the end, love.” He spoke through clenched

teeth. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I know I keep saying that,

but I mean it. Did I hurt you?”

Meg turned her back to him, so he wouldn’t see her face.