Page 45 of My Scarred Laird
He notched his cock at her entrance, and shoved in deep, making her rock forward and drop to her elbows.
“Oh gods.”
He groaned as her pussy clenched on him, the tightness surrounding his cock and spreading wetness down his thighs.
He fucking loved it.
She was his.
CHAPTER6
ISLAY
He was so deep inside her. Her body still buzzed from the orgasm he had just given her, and she was sensitive. Almost too sensitive.
And Callum was a large man. All over. She was still in awe that he could fit his entire cock inside her, and though it was a tight fit, he did fit.
She moaned as he started to slowly pull out of her, then pushed his way back in, his fingers tight on her hips, making her love the pain of it.
He kept hitting something inside her that almost hurt but felt so good she couldn’t keep quiet.
Her moans, and small gasps as he started to pick up speed were the only sounds in the room, aside from the wet sucking noise her pussy was making.
She could feel every single inch of Callum’s cock as he pushed inside her, and she clenched on him, tightening her hold on the bedcovers under her.
His thrusts sped up even more, and she called out his name, trying to stay quiet, and biting her arm to keep her noises under control.
Callum moved, kneeling over her and changing the angle of his cock, causing her to cry out again.
“If ye are ta bite anything, bite me. I want yer marks all over me.”
His arm was in front of her, and Islay sank her teeth into his arm as the other reached around her, playing with her breasts, plucking at her nipples as his thrusts never faltered.
He grunted under her, and she moaned against his arm, reaching between them to play with her clit, wanting to come again.
She could tell this orgasm would be different than the others as he was so deep inside her it was almost too much.
She let Callum’s arm go, and he renewed his hold on her hips, licking up her spine, causing her to shiver and she rubbed at her clit a little harder, wanting to come.
Feeling his cock moving in and out of her was something else, and soon her fingers were wet and as she plucked at her clit, she could feel the orgasm build and build and Callum grunted behind her, his thrusts speeding up even more.
Then she crested the wave that had been building, crying out his name, and feeling his cock swell, and fill her with heat.
He called out her name as well, and then his hands were gone, and he fell back to his knees, pulling out of her and marking her with the rest of his spend.
She collapsed to the bed, and he lay beside her, pulling her in his arms, “Ye do something ta me that I never thought anyone could do.”
She smiled against his hard chest, kissing the skin over his heart and looking up at him, “Aye? I do?”
“I never thought tha’ I was meant for a woman. I always believed I was broken. Somethin’ ta be tolerated, but someone no one would choose.”
His eyes shut for a second, then he kissed her forehead, “But here ye are. In my arms. Loving me. Choosin’ me.”
She pulled out of his arms slightly, climbing on top of him, “I will always choose ye Callum.”
She leaned down to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips and moaning at the flavor.
“Ye canna do this love. Ye have ta be sore.”
