“Eeee!” I’m up and he’s carrying me into the bedroom before I can blink and we’re on the bed and he’s hovering over me with an expression I’ve never seen before. His eyes are onfire,he’s biting his lip as his thumbs spread me apart again, groaning like he’s in pain.
“You’re slick. As much as I enjoy tugging on those pretty curls of yours, having you bare is just… so good.” His tone drops on the last two words, a deeper register that sounds more beast than man and oh, dear lord, it makes me wetter still.
Throwing my legs over his shoulders, Mason slams an arm over my hips, holding me down as his mouth kisses my pussy. A filthy, carnal kiss with his tongue sliding from my channel to myclitoris and back again, big, cat-like licks, greedy and ferocious and my heels dig into his back.
“Tell me what you feel, baby.”
“Now?”I moan.
His tongue stops.
“I feel warm.” My fingers slide through the thick silk of his hair and I grip it, trying to hold on to something, trying to keep from flying off the planet, weightless and insensible. “Your mouth, it’s hot, it’s the warmest part of you.” His tongue circles my clitoris, endless circles and when he purses his lips, sucking on it, I nearly come and…
He pulls back.
“Please don’t stop,” I gasp. “It’s different- bare, I mean. Sensitive, everything is more- ah! More intense.” His tongue drives up inside me, and I’m so close so damn close…
Mason rises over me, kissing me and the tongue that was just inside me slides into my mouth and I taste my desperation, sweet and salty.
Slapping the heavy head of his cock against my clitoris, his grins darkly as I shriek. “I’m going to stuff every inch of me inside you.” He kisses me again, hard. “And you’re going to take it.”
I never thought the feel of Mason stretching me, splitting me open could feel like relief but it does. Hovering just on the edge of an orgasm since he started shaving me means the pull and sting of him is good, each thick plunge brings me closer to a height I’m eager to fall from.
He stops. His cock buried inside me, the head pushing deep and hestops.“I want to stay inside ye forever, aye? Keep myselfburied deep. Owning every part of ye and staying connected in a way that no one can separate us.”
His giant hands land on my ass, squeezing gently and flexing his cock inside me.
“Your Scottish is showing,” I laugh breathlessly.
“Ye bring it out of me.” He bites my shoulder, soothing it with his tongue and bites again, still inside me, not moving. “I’m going to ask ye again, sweet wife. Do ye trust me, then?”
Really?I’m half out of my mind, desperate to come and I can feel him thicken even more inside me, I know he needs this, too. He’s utterly still inside me, refusing to move, ignoring the helpful little nudges of my hips and my legs tight around him. The throbbing of his cock feels like it’s in time to my heartbeat and I moan, “Yes. I trust you. I think I proved it.”
And still, he won’t move.
“Every MacTavish has something for their protection, aye?” he says, smoothing the hair back from my sweaty forehead. “A tracker.”
“Uh-huh.” His cock is stretching me beyond my capacity to feel or think of anything else.
“It ensures that if someone is taken, we can find them,” he says, tightening his grip on my ass.
“Please, Mason,” I groan, “please just move. I want to come. Please!”
He holds up a syringe.
“Wh- what is that?”
“It’s a tracker,” he explains, flexing inside me just enough to send a jolt of heat through my center. “Once injected, I can trackyou. If you were taken…” His forehead rests against mine. “I could find you. I will always find you, but this is key. After what happened tonight… we can talk about it tomorrow but I dinnae want to wait. I need to know you have one.”
I want to cry. I want to scream and slap it out of his hand and roll him over and ride myself into an orgasm because this is killing me. “Husband, why are you bringing this up now?” I whine. “Can we-”
“It hurts, when it’s injected,” he says, a little hoarsely. “Not much. But you’ve been waiting so long to come, haven’t you, baby? I can put this in your arm as you explode all over my cock, making a mess, making me come and you’ll hardly notice. Let me do this, Afton, my wife. I need to know I can always find you.”
His cock flexesagain. I hate him. I need him.
“Yes,” I say, “yes, I trust you.”
His thumb moves to the plunger and he’s holding the syringe steady. It’s a big needle. It’s really big but I know how he can make me feel.
