“Mmm… I don’t have a bump on my head anymore, Cormac.”
I realize I have my hand behind her head against the roughness of the stone. “Force of habit, lass.” Pulling her hands up, I admire just how beautiful she is, her arms stretched up and elongating her torso, the thin material of the dress doing nothing to hide her taut nipples arching up at me. “I can still feel your sweet slick on my thigh,” I murmur, kissing along her jaw. “If I were to put my hand under this wee dress, just how wet would you be?”
She’s brave, this one, putting her hand on my hard cock and squeezing it. “I’m sure you can find that out all by yourself.” I hoist her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, her wet pussy rubbing against the wool of my kilt. If I am not inside this woman in moments I’m going to die, it’s certain. That little silver dress slides right off and she’s on her back on my bed, her toffee-colored eyes looking me over as her hair flames out around her on the pillow.
“These have to come off,” I say, tearing the flimsy wet panties easily and putting them to my nose for a moment. Christ, the scent of her. I kept smelling my fingers the next day after she leftmy apartment, savoring the faint fragrance left by her perfect little cunt.
Kneeling over her, I run my hands down the silky skin of her thighs, parting them wide. I feel her tense, trying to close them and I tighten my grip, keeping her open to me. “You’re too beautiful to hide from me, little fox.” My mouth is on her before I can say another word and yes, she is just as sweet as I remember, sweet and tangy and I slide my finger inside her, feeling those silky walls contract against me.
One finger and she’s this tight…
I suck her hard little clit into my mouth and her hands come down to grip a fistful of my hair. Ah, she liked that last time, pulling my hair while she moaned and her thighs tightened against my head. Adding another finger, I chuckle against her wet lips as her hands tighten their grip.
It takes such a short amount of time to make her come, it seems she’s been missing this as much as I have. The flavor of her floods my tongue and I curl my fingers inside her, stroking for that rough little patch that set her off last time. She had looked surprised then, her beautiful face alight as I brought her off. As if she’d never felt that way before.
“Sionnach beag, my little fox. Were you a virgin?”
She stiffens and my hand slides up to rest between her breasts, feeling her heart pound. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me,” I answer honestly. And it does, more than I can say. I don’t sleep with virgins. I prefer bad girls. But with Mala… “Tell me.”
I slowly thrust my fingers inside her, drawing out her orgasm as she tries to keep quiet. Kissing her clit, I grind my stubbled chin against it and she comes again.
She’s incredible to watch in orgasm, a fucking biblical moment.
“Yes,” she ground out. “I was.”
My cock is screaming at me to shut the fuck up and bury him inside her, but I hold it together. “You could have told me.”
“I thought you would turn me down,” she says honestly. “After being attacked that night- oh, god, your fingers!” I’ve pushed them higher, stroking the core of her to find that delicate spot that can send a woman skyrocketing. “I- I realized they could have dragged me off. I could have died without ever living. Living for myself anyway. I wanted…”
Her beautiful eyes are closed, she’s panting helplessly, still gripping my hair by the fistful.
“I wanted something for me. I wanted you.” She looks up at me and I’m consumed with need for her.
“You want me between your legs? Do you want me fucking your pretty pink pussy?” I growl, surging up over her, keeping her legs spread with my knees and pulling open my kilt.
Tearing at my shirt, studs popping from the buttonholes, she nods fervently. I just barely manage to remember a condom and she watches, wide-eyed as I roll it down my cock.
I tap the head of it against her clit. “Make me wet.” Mala arches her hips, rubbing against me as my dick spreads her lips, slicking me up with her wet little pussy. “I’ll go slow, this first time,” I bite her earlobe as the head of my cock pushes into her.
Fuck me, but she’s tight. Circling my hips, pushing slowly, I whisper, “Relax. Let me in.”
“I am relaxed,” she moans, “you’re too big.”
This only makes me harder and I grit my teeth, sliding my hand down to palm her ass, moving her with me. “You’restrangling my cock, little fox. Maybe youshouldbe in the Assassins division.” She laughs breathlessly, and it distracts her just enough that I can shove half my dick inside her. Pulling out, I growl, I can feel her tight walls clinging to me and I’m half insane as I slam into her, forcing her to take all of me.
“Ah! God, Cormac,” she moans, digging her fingernails into my back and I want her to, I want her to mark me.
“I’m going to shape this exquisite little cunt to fit me, only me,” I grunt, sliding my arm under her knee and lifting her leg higher, opening her wider and slamming back inside her. “Nothing could feel as good as being inside you,Sionnach beag,” I groan. She wraps her other leg around me, her heel digging into my ass and pushes up against me. “There you are. You’re enjoying it now, aren’t you? You’ll be sore, but it will be easier the next time.”
“Oh, I like it when you do the dirty talk,” she moans, shivering.
Pulling her arms over her head, I hold her in place, staring down at her beautifully flushed skin, her open mouth moaning for me and I shove inside her, harder and deeper and the slick grip of her pussy is going to destroy me.
“Come with me now, my bad girl. Come for me. Let me see you.”
The dim light in the bedroom makes her auburn curls flame bright and then her eyes, her beautiful toffee-colored eyes flare too and we’re on fire. Everything is heat and wet and silk and I shove deep, holding inside her. For a moment, we’re suspended, over nothing. And then we fall together into the flames.
