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become his own. It was everything he wanted, both halves of his soul
with one singular purpose between them—her pleasure.
He was getting close. His cock was pulsing as Meg thought about
Cian’s tongue fucking her pussy. Cian’s would spear her cunt as
thoroughly and ruthlessly as any cock. Beck’s tongue would play on
her nipples. Beck would suck on her nipples while Cian would lavish
his love on the tiny bead until Meg exploded.
Meg’s fantasy and Cian’s merged into one hot image. She
couldn’t tell what she was thinking and what was Cian’s, but she
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didn’t care anymore. His hand had tightened around his engorged
cock. It was purple now as he raced to the finish line. Meg could feel
his balls tightening. They were getting ready to shoot off. His control
was blown.
It no longer mattered. Meg wanted the orgasm. She slipped a
finger into her cunt, circling her clit with her thumb, her fingers
playing out the images in her head. She closed her eyes and saw Cian
and Beck working furiously over her. The two heads worked in
perfect harmony, suckling her breast and her clit. They loved her
taste. They couldn’t get enough of it.
Cian firmly took hold of their connection. Her own fantasy fell
away as she felt a tingle at the base of her spine. His hand was a fist
now, pounding away at his cock.
An image of Cian between her legs was all she could see now. It
was so real. It was almost as though he was really there with her, his
weight pushing her into the bed. He’d parted her thighs and shoved
his desperate cock deep inside her. He pushed himself in to the balls,
and still he wasn’t satisfied. He wanted to merge with her. He wanted
to be a part of her. God, he needed her so badly. He’d waited for her.
