“Language,” Cian explained with a smile on his face. Cian winked
at her. He moved into position behind her. His hand went to the waist
of her skirt. “It’s time for this to come off, sweetheart. You’re going
to take care of Beck, and I’m going to have a little playtime with that
sweet pussy of yours.”
“Not a word,” Beck warned when she opened her mouth to ask a
question. “The only word you need to use is, ‘yes.’ Now, lift up and
let Ci take off that skirt.”
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She did as he asked, and Cian’s hands smoothed the garment off
her body. He pressed his pelvis against her backside, letting her feel
how much he wanted her as his hand undid the ties on her shirt.
“I love these tits,” he said, cupping them as he pushed his erection
against the folds of her ripe pussy. Meg moaned as he teased her. He
made sure he never hit her clitoris.
Beck looked down on her with approval in his gaze. “Ci can play
with you all he likes as long as you do what you’re told, Meg. Do you
understand?”
“He’s the carrot, and you’re the stick,” Meg said, trying to push
back against the very large carrot in question. Cian laughed and
smacked her ass again. “I mean, yes,” she corrected quickly.
“Better, love,” Beck said, standing up.
He pushed his pants off his hips and tossed them aside. He did the
same with his shirt. Cian pulled Meg into position. Her hands stayed
in front of her as Cian continued to torture her with his cock and his
fingers. They slid through her soaking wet slit. Meg whimpered
because he kept her perfectly aroused with no real hope of coming.
She would have to please Beck before she had any chance at pleasure.
She felt like a sweet little toy between them.