Page 28 of Dark Side of the Laird
“Dinna finish, lass, dinna dare.”
My breath hitched and I held it, squeezing my eyes shut and forcing myself not to come when every second I was closer and closer to bursting. Suck, scrape, stroke. Suck, scrape, stroke. I moaned, whimpered, gasped, never truly drawing in a breath.
“Now, baby, now,” he murmured, stroking fast with the flat of his tongue and thrusting his fingers inside me, pumping hard.
There was no question, I was there, ready for it and I sparked, firing off an orgasm that was so strong I lurched forward, unable to control the convulsions of my body. He continued his tormenting licks until every last wave subsided, and then he stood, whipped me around and yanked up the back of my gown. I gasped. My bare nipples scraped against the rough wall as he pushed me against it, growling with that feral, masculine sound that made my sex quiver anew.
He slapped me hard on the ass and I groaned, hips automatically bucking backward, between my thighs dripping and clenching, waiting.
I felt him drag his cock through the crack of my ass. He pressed the tip to the opening of my sex and I tried to press back, to feel him slide inside me, but he pulled back an inch, uttering, “Not yet.”
Biting my lip, I waited on bated breath for what was to come. Suddenly my back was cold as he moved away from me, but I couldn’t move, felt glued to the plastered wall, its harsh surface scraping my sensitive flesh. He dragged something closer. What was it?
And then his hand was stroking up my thigh, his fingers pressing deep into the tissue.
“Put your leg up,” he demanded, his fingers curling beneath my knee.
I lifted my foot, putting it on top of the barrel he’d pulled near us. He stepped behind me again, fingers tickling over my clit and I groaned.
“Ye’re so damn wet.” Logan pressed his thick, hard cock against me again. “Do ye know how fucking delicious that is?”
I whimpered, unable to say anything intelligible, as all I could think about was him pounding hard into me from behind.
He grabbed hold of my hip with one hand and pulled me back as he guided the tip of his shaft to my opening.
“Please,” I begged.
Lips pressed to my ear he said, “Ye want me to fuck ye?”
“Yes.”
“Hard?”
“Yes.”
“Put me inside ye.”
I reached between my thighs, barely able to grip his cock in my hand, and I guided it toward me, pressing the tip inside, feeling the rim of my sex stretch to accommodate him. My eyes rolled back as I moaned, pushed back with my hips and feeling his cock slide from my fingers and inside my body.
“Fuck me,” he demanded.
Hands pressed to the wall, I pushed back, canted my pelvis forward. He stood still behind me, his hands on my hips, teeth scraping my neck.
“Fuck me hard, Emma,” he growled.
I eagerly obliged, rocking back and forth with fury, my body squeezing tight to him.
“I want ye to feel my cock going in and out of ye.”
“How?” I managed to utter between moans.
“Touch yourself. Rub yourself and as ye do it, slid your fingers lower, slipping them around my cock. Feel me move within ye.”
I lowered my hand back to my clit, unable to help circling it, stroking it, then lower, until I felt his cock moving in and out of me, slippery and velvet hard. Spreading my fingers wide, I pushed back, his cock sliding in and out from between my pointer and middle finger as he fucked me and I touched myself.
It was more than I could handle, and I cried out as an orgasm tore through me unexpectedly.
“Naughty, Emma,” he murmured, biting my earlobe, and slapping my ass.
