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)
“Oh, yes, we do,” Cian whispers into her ear.
I palm her breast and suck the nipple deeply into my mouth. I open the connection between us, and I can feel the way her body is responding. Her whole body begins to sing with the triple arousal she feels. I feel it, too. I can sense her soft, warm arousal alongside mine and Cian’s raging need. Cian gently bites her sensitive earlobe. She closes her eyes, and I feel the minute she gives over to us.
“I love that, wife,” I growl as I sense her complete surrender. Why did I wait so long to experience this? There’s nothing perverse about her surrender or my own need to dominate her. Meg craves my dominance. She wants Cian’s worshipful love as well. She needs them both. “Cian, I’d like to taste our wife.”
Cian pulls her back into his arms. His legs hook under hers, spreading them wide for my perusal. I get on my knees as I tug my shirt off and toss it aside. I stare at her for a moment, but that self-consciousness that always seems to hold her back has fallen away, and I’m left with a woman who’s confident in her own beauty. She’s gorgeous, her pussy a ripe, pink jewel. Her clit pouts out of its hood, tempting me. Cian plays with her breasts, and she moves restlessly beneath his hands.
I trace the outline of her pussy with my forefinger. She’s getting wet. Her folds are getting slick with a pearly cream. She attempts to move against me, seemingly trying to get my fingers inside, but Cian holds her tight. I let my fingers follow the seam of her pussy down to right above her asshole. Oh, that is a pretty sight. “Ci, have you fucked that little ass of hers yet?”
Cian chuckles behind her. He licks and nips at her neck. “No, but I’ve played with it enough. I’ve stretched her. She’s ready.”
Meg tenses, but then she relaxes back against Cian’s skin. It will be all right. She will trust us. She is ours, and we will always take care of her.
I lean over and settle myself onto the mattress, belly down. I shove my nose in her pussy and breathe her in like I would smell a flower.
“I love your scent, wife,” I growl before I swipe my tongue across the swollen folds of her pussy. They pout and beckon to me.
She cries out. I can feel the pleasure she takes. It feels so good. Her flesh is engorged and throbbing. Cian’s arms and legs are manacles holding her down for my pleasure. It’s everything she could have wanted, and I’m happy to give it to her. I settle in, ready to give my wife everything she desires.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Meg
I sigh as Beck works between my legs. I can’t imagine anything hotter and cry out as he kisses my pussy.
“Hush,” Cian orders. “Look up.”
I do as he asks, turning my head so I can see him. Cian takes my mouth with his. His tongue delves deeply, tangling with mine. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth in perfect rhythm with Beck’s in my pussy. Beck licks and thrusts his tongue in as far as he can go. He spreads my labia so he leaves no piece of me untasted. Cian curls his tongue around mine as he palms my breasts. I’m utterly surrounded by them. Finally, when I think I can take no more, he gently pulls back the hood of my clit.
“This little pearl is throbbing,” Beck says with a satisfied chuckle. “It’s begging for attention. Should I give it some, Ci?”
“You should make our little wife fly,” Cian answers. “Make her come, so we can fuck her hard and she won’t care.”
Beck laughs and goes back to his work. He sucks the bead into his mouth, and I come with a cry, every nerve in my body bursting to life. I push my orgasm out so the twins can share in it. I feel the swell of Ci’s cock at my lower back. I struggle to breathe through the pleasure that rolls over my body, but finally let myself fall back against Cian.
Beck practically rips off his pants as he shoves my knees even further apart. He pushes his enormous erection into me with one thrust. Cian hisses in discomfort and slides out from under me. Beck begins thrusting away as Cian removes his clothes. He tosses them aside and strokes his cock as he watches.
I let my hands find Beck’s backside as I come out of my languor, ready for more. Beck’s need rides me every bit as hard as his body does. It’s a shock when he pulls out and goes onto his knees.
“Ci, you take her pussy,” Beck orders, pulling me up onto my own knees. Cian happily lays down on his back, and I manage to straddle him. He thrusts up into my soaking slit before I can think to seat myself.