Page 52 of My Scarred Laird
He looked confused for a second, but Islay licked up his chest, tasting the salt of his sweat on her tongue, and kissing him right over his heart.
“Seein’ ye out there with yer men? Watchin’ yer form as ye fought with yer sword and yer body is so perfect ta me was hard. I wanted ta have my way with ye.”
His eyebrows rose so high, and his jaw went slack, “Lass?” He choked out and she nodded, biting one of his nipples softly, “Aye, my laird. I need ye. Need ta be filled with ye.”
He choked again, then he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, lifting her face up to his so he could kiss her.
She moaned into his mouth, and he grunted as he his tongue shoved deep in her mouth.
She sucked on it for a second, then he pulled away from her, “Drop ta yer knees.”
She shivered at his words and did as he asked, “Take me out.”
She hurried to obey his harsh words, taking his cock out of his trews after untying them, and she looked up at him, her hand wrapped around the length, though her fingers didn’t touch.
“Lick me.”
She did as he asked, licking the head of his cock and she moaned as he flavor burst over her tongue.
He threw his head back, groaning.
“Shite. Islay.”
Hearing his name spill from his throat made her open her mouth and suck the head of his cock into her mouth.
His hips thrust forward of their own volition, and she pulled back when he got too far in her throat.
He grunted, “Sorry. Lass, shite.”
She sucked him harder, hollowing her cheeks out and he growled as he pulled his cock free from her mouth, and lifted her, backing her against the wall of one of the empty stalls, pulling her dress up to her waist and then shoving his cock deep inside her.
She moaned and he took her mouth in a kiss, “Ye have ta be quiet love.”
She nodded, biting her lip to keep her moans in her throat as he started to move inside her.
He lifted her up and down on his cock, using her body to make himself come.
She wanted it. Needed it.
She was on edge and with a few strokes of him inside her, she came, biting down on Callum’s shoulder to keep from crying out his name and he grunted, stuttering inside her before he picked up his pace, his hands punishing on her skin as he lifted her up and slammed her down on his cock over and over, harder, faster until he followed her over the edge and came deep inside her.
She panted in his arms, burying her face in his neck, licking at the skin there and softly biting him.
He grunted, “Fookin’ hell. Ye are a damn vixen.”
She smiled against his skin, and then lifted her head to look up at him, “Sorry?”
He smirked, “Ye arena the least bit sorry.”
She smiled, and he took her mouth in a kiss, before he pulled out of her, tucking himself away and helping to fix her clothes.
Her thighs were wet with her release and his and she could feel the heat of Callum’s come as it slid out of her, down her leg.
She looked up at him, “I’m a mess.”
His eyes went hot, “Oh ye are? It’s tae bad I have naught ta clean ye up with.”
She bit her lip, and rubbed her thighs together, “Ye are coming out of me. Yer seed.”
