their bond. He wasn’t upset. A sense of peace flowed from Beck’s
mind. He wasn’t about to reject her.
“Mo shonuachar,” he whispered with a happy sigh as he stroked
her.
He was the passive one now, allowing her to lick his softening
dick clean. She thoroughly cleaned him from the tiny slit of the head
all the way to his balls. He loved having her play with his balls. She
would remember that. She curled her tongue around one and then the
other.
He chuckled before gently pulling away. He undid the ties on her
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 was catching his breath as he sat back in the rocking chair.
He looked very satisfied and ready for a show. A lazily indulgent
smile broke over Beck’s face. Meg cried out as Cian pulled his face
away from her pussy. He gripped her hips and shoved her down his
body.
“Ride my cock, Meggie,” he ordered. Her playful lover was gone.
He used his hands to lower her slowly onto his throbbing dick. His
face was turned up as he watched his flesh disappear into hers. “Do
you know what he just called you, mo shonuachar?”
Meg shook her head, concentrating on the exquisite feeling of
Cian filling her. He moved with painstaking slowness. Cian had
always been careful with her and enjoyed prolonging the pleasure.
Cian flexed his hips up and seated himself fully inside her tight,
soaking pussy. “Soul mate. Our soul’s mate. I love you, mo
shonuachar.”
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