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)
All the while, I send out my own feelings. Our emotions mesh until I’m not sure who’s feeling what, and I don’t care.
Beck groans, and I feel that he’s close. I breathe deeply as he bumps the back of my throat.
“Swallow around me,” he orders roughly as he forces me to take the whole of him.
I comply, tightening around his pulsing cock. I do as he commands and tease the sensitive underside of his dick with my tongue. He’s so big he fills me.
Beck’s voice is hoarse as he speaks. “Goddess, I’m coming. You take what I give you.”
He pulls almost out of my mouth and then shoves his way back in. His hands tug at my scalp as he holds me still. He groans low and then everything in him releases. I feel the first hot jet hit the back of my throat. I work furiously to swallow every drop of the salty cream he pours into me.
I suck even as his cock softens, and his hands gentle in my hair as he comes down from the high. I lick his cock lovingly because I can feel his happiness. There’s no abrupt break in our bond this time. He isn’t upset. A sense of peace flows from Beck’s mind. He isn’t about to reject me.
“Mo shonuachar,” he whispers with a happy sigh as he strokes me.
He’s the passive one now, allowing me to lick his softening dick. I thoroughly clean him, from the tiny slit of the head all the way to his balls. He loves having me play with his balls. I’ll have to remember that. I curl my tongue around one and then the other.
He chuckles before gently pulling away. He releases the ties on my 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 catches his breath as he sits back in the rocking chair. He looks satisfied and ready for a show. A lazily indulgent smile breaks over Beck’s face. I cry out as Cian pulls his face away from my pussy. He grips my hips and shoves me down his body.
“Ride my cock, Meggie,” he orders. My playful lover is gone. He uses his hands to lower me slowly onto his throbbing dick. His face is turned up as he watches his flesh disappear into mine. “Do you know what he called you, mo shonuachar?”
I shake my head, concentrating on the exquisite feeling of Cian filling me. He moves with painstaking slowness. Cian is always careful and enjoys prolonging the pleasure.
Cian flexes his hips up and seats himself fully inside my tight pussy. “Soul mate. Our soul’s mate. I love you, mo shonuachar.”
Tears well in my eyes. I reach down and cup the strong line of Cian’s jaw. My breasts press against his chest as I kiss him. “I love you, too.” I sigh as I pull myself back up. I look at Beck and open my every emotion to him. “I love you.”
Beck smiles. His face is open, and he looks younger than I ever remember seeing him. Beck always has a heavy weight of responsibility clinging to him, but now all I can see is his satisfaction. “I love you, wife. Never doubt it. Now lean back and let Ci fuck that pussy. Put your hands on his thighs.”
I lean back. It pushes my breasts forward. They bounce with every thrust of Cian’s cock. Beck is already getting hard again. I close my eyes, giving myself over to the experience. Cian’s hands grip my hips. He slams me down on his cock. He controls the pace and swivels his hips up, tunneling into my pussy and hitting that spot, making me moan.
“Does that feel good?” Cian laughs as he watches me jiggle on his cock. “I love watching you dance on my dick. I love hearing you scream for me even more.”
His hand comes forward, and he strokes my throbbing clitoris. I gasp as my whole body clenches with pleasure.
“Send it out, Meg,” Cian commands.
I nod as I start to come and push the sensation outward. Waves of satisfaction roll across my skin and out of my mind to my lovers. I cry out at the peak and watch Beck. He hisses as his cock starts weeping again.
Cian growls as I start to go limp above him. He flips us over and rearranges my legs. I’m languid with satisfaction as Cian props my ankles on his shoulders and shoves his cock back inside.
“I want my own,” he explains. “I shielded from you because I’m not done yet. You’re not getting off that easy.”
He drives into my body, bending me over to sink in all the way to his balls.
I would complain that I’m too sore for such rough use, but I feel Cian’s joy.