Page 31 of My Scarred Laird
Her wetness gushed from her, covering his face, like he had dreamed she had, and it was the best feeling in the world.
She was breathing hard, her chest heaving as she lay back on his bed, her nipples still hard.
He kissed his way up her body, licking at her nipples once more, then kissed her.
She moaned against his mouth, “How did ye do that?”
“I doona ken. Just listened ta yer body.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his cock slid against her, making him stifle a groan against her mouth.
“Are ye gonna make me yers?”
He nodded, “It may hurt ye, I doona wish ta cause ye pain.”
She blinked open her eyes, “Pain is part of life Callum. This is part of life. I want ta be with ye, and if I have ta endure a small bit of pain, I want that.”
He nodded, reaching down to grab his cock, putting the head at her entrance and pushing in slowly.
She sucked in a breath, and he stopped, “Am I hurting ye?”
She shook her head, “Ye are just so big.”
“We can stop,” she was shaking her head before he finished his sentence and she grabbed his hips, “I need ye.”
He decided it was better to just get it over with, and in one thrust was balls deep inside her.
Her pussy was clenching on him so hard that Callum grunted out, “Are ye all right?”
He was fighting not to come, wanting her to find her pleasure first, but being surrounded by her wet pussy, having it pulse and practically milk his cock? It was all he could do to hold back his release.
He was breathing hard, and she leaned up, kissing him, “See? That wasna so bad.”
He looked down at her, seeing her smile up at him, “I didna hurt ye?”
She shook her head, “I ache though. It aches.”
He pulled out to the tip, then pushed in slowly, seeing the red streak his cock, and he felt like beating his chest and roaring in triumph.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, lifting her arms, and he took one of her hands in his, lacing their fingers together as he kissed her before he started moving inside her.
Each thrust was heaven, and he never wanted to leave.
He got to his knees, holding her hand still, kissing the back of it, then let it go, holding her hips in his hands as he started to speed his thrusts up.
She reached between their bodies, rubbing her clit softly and he moaned as he saw it, “Fooking hell, ye are so perfect.”
She arched her back and he leaned down, licking one of her nipples gently, then he was back to thrusting.
He could feel his release tingle the base of his spine, and he sped up his thrusts even more.
She was arching under him, her cunt starting to pulse around him again, and then she cried out, coming around him and he gripped her hips harder, fucking into her as she cried out, and then his release flowed out of him, and he grunted her name as he came deep inside her.
His cock jerked again and again, and he felt so sensitive that he could barely stay inside her.
He collapsed to the side of her, pulling out of her, and breathing hard as he pulled her into his side.
He nuzzled into her wealth of dark hair, “Ye are mine Islay. All mine.”
