Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
I feel Cian’s deep approval at the image. My fantasy has become his own. It’s everything he wants—both halves of his soul with one singular purpose between them—my pleasure.
He’s getting close. His cock pulses as I think about Cian’s tongue fucking my pussy. Cian’s tongue spears me as thoroughly and ruthlessly as any cock. Beck’s tongue plays on my nipples. Beck sucks on my nipples while Cian lavishes his love on the tiny bead until I explode.
Our fantasies merge into one hot image. I can no longer tell what I’m thinking and what thoughts are Cian’s, but I don’t care anymore. His hand tightens around his engorged cock. It’s purple now as he races to the finish line. I can feel his balls tightening. They’re getting ready to shoot off. His control is blown.
It no longer matters. I want the orgasm. I slip a finger into my pussy, circling my clit with my thumb, my fingers playing out the images in my head. I close my eyes and see Cian and Beck working furiously over me. The two heads work in perfect harmony, suckling my breast and my clit. They love my taste. They can’t get enough of it.
Cian firmly takes hold of our connection. My fantasy falls away as I feel a tingle at the base of my spine. His hand is a fist now, pounding away at his cock.
An image of Cian between my legs is all I can see now. It’s so real. It’s almost as though he’s right here with me, his weight pushing me into the bed. He parts my thighs and shoves his desperate cock deep inside me. He pushes himself in to the balls, and still he isn’t satisfied. He wants to merge with me. He wants to be a part of me. God, he needs me so badly. He’s waited for me. The emotion sweeps over me, making my eyes water. I’ve never felt so desired as I do when the connection is open and his heart is pouring into mine.
He pumps into me, and he’s close, so close, to giving me what I desire. I pick up the pace, plunging two and then three fingers inside my pussy and know they don’t match what Cian can give me. I spread my legs as far as I can and curl my fingers up while I push the pad of my thumb forcefully at my clit and then…
Relief, blessed, sweet pleasure as Cian comes. Semen spurts up onto his belly, but he doesn’t care. In his mind it’s my pussy he’s flooding. He pumps and pumps, the feeling all the more exquisite because it’s shared. Just as I think I can’t take another moment of his orgasm, my own hits. It blooms from my center, spreading out like a rushing wave across my body. I feel Cian’s surprise as he comes again.
It's like the best phone sex ever, and I giggle as I lay back and try to catch my breath. A happy languor radiates across my body. That was so much more than playful sex. Cian’s emotions invaded me as surely as his fantasies did. He was open and honest, and there will be no recriminations from this half of the man. I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. The happiness I feel is coming from Cian, too. He’s happy. He’s well-satisfied, and it isn’t all physical for him.
He’s coming. And not in a sexual sense. I can sense him physically approaching.
He throws the door open and tosses himself on the bed next to me. He hasn’t put on his clothes. I should get up and put some distance between us. I need to be smart about this. Just because he was open doesn’t mean this will end any better than it did with Beck. A million things can go wrong. I should push him away and get dressed. Instead, when he puts his hand possessively over my stomach, I find myself moving my head to his shoulder, unable to force myself to break the connection.
“That was fun,” he says with a wicked grin. He’s so beautiful it makes my heart ache.
“Is that the way you invite a woman to play?” I admit, it’s an effective seduction technique. Suddenly I feel so vulnerable. I saw his past. He’s had hundreds of women. They lined up for him. How can I ever compete?
His perfect face is suddenly very serious, looming over me. His gray eyes look almost silver in the soft light of morning. He sinks his hands into my hair and turns my face up to his. “I’ve never done that with any woman before. I’ve waited my whole life to connect with another soul the way we did, and we could have so much more, Meggie mine. You’re my wife, my bondmate. It won’t work with anyone else.”