Page 46 of My Scarred Laird
She shook her head, “I’m no’.”
She put his cock back against her entrance and pushed the head in, slowly moving her body down the length of him.
He groaned and she loved that even after making love, he was still hard and ready for more.
She was a little sore, but she wanted him to know here and now that she was his and only his. That she chose him.
Sitting up on him, she moaned at the feeling of him deep inside her.
She rotated her hips a little, rubbing her still hard clit against his skin.
“Tha’ is it love. Rub yourself agains’ me.”
She did as he asked, not lifting up, just rubbing herself on him, and he sat up, taking one of her nipples in his mouth, then the other.
Then he claimed her mouth, his hands buried in her hair as he grunted under her.
She slowly lifted up, then slid back down, and did it again, and again.
One of his hands dropped from her face to her hip and he helped as she lifted and slid back down, getting her rhythm as she slowly sped up her hips, his cock hitting something inside her that was making her want to come again.
“Ye are mine Callum. I chose ye. I have always chosen ye.”
He grunted, “I love ye for it. For wanting the Cripple Laird.”
She moaned, “Ye arena crippled. Ye are so amazing.”
He kissed her, starting to lift his hips each time she did, chasing her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed as Callum started to lift her hips when hers faltered.
He was grunting under her, and she could feel how much wetness slid from her.
Both from his release, and hers.
“Ye will come on my cock. I want ta fill ye with my seed. I want ta see ye round with my child. Ta show ta everyone tha’ ye are mine and only mine.”
Her eyes went wide, and she looked at him, his hips never faltering as he kept lifting her up and down.
“Ye heard me righ’. I want ye round with my child. No one will ever question ye again. It will show tha’ ye chose me and I chose ye.”
She nodded, “Do it. I want yer child Callum.”
He growled at her, then turned them, lifting her hands above her head as he started to fuck into her at a wild pace, making her cry out as he turned into a wild man.
He kissed her, then bit her nipples, making her arch under him, and his hips slammed against hers as if he were on a mission.
He certainly seemed to be. She wanted his child. Wanted to prove to everyone that she was his.
And that he was hers. She would be the only woman to hold his seed inside her. To grow his child.
He moved up her chest, taking small love bites on her chest, up to her shoulders, and to her neck, making her moan as he did.
He sucked at the soft skin there, and she turned her head to give him more room.
He growled against her skin, kissing up her neck and to her lips as his hips stuttered, and she groaned as his large fingers reached around, plucking at her clit, rubbing it in soft circles and making her tense under him as her orgasm started to build.
“I canna do it again,” she panted, and he nodded, “Ye can. Ye will.”
