Kirk hops into the river and marches straight across it without missing a step.
"Where are ye going, Balfour?"a Scottish man's voice calls out."You'll miss the celebration."
"Dinnae care," he shouts back."Got other things on my mind, Buchanan."
"Aye, something beautiful and sexy."
Kirk grunts, though nobody but me can hear it.
Once we've reached the distillery, Kirk still doesn't speak.He's like an erotic robot determined to pleasure his mistress no matter what.If a tornado destroyed the whole forest, I doubt he'd slow down for even one second.When we reach his car, he flings the passenger door open and drops me on the seat, then marches around to the other side.He barely gets settled into the driver's seat before he revs the engine and drives us away.
We're going home, I presume.But I soon learn that's not his aim.
Kirk takes us down a bumpy gravel two-track that features a lake and ends where an old stone bridge arches across the water toward a tiny island that has a tiny derelict castle to match it.The bridge doesn't look like it could hold a car.It's too narrow.
The stuntman whisks me out of the Porsche, sweeping me up into his arms once again.
I glance at our surroundings."Is this your castle, Kirk?"
"No."
He strides across the bridge at a brisk pace and doesn't slow down until we're inside the open area within the castle walls.Then he sets me on my feet, stripping my clothes off swiftly, and gets rid of his own garments just as fast.We both stand here stark naked, but I'm still waiting for the mind-altering sex to start.
I lift my brows."What now, sex god?"
Kirk's eyes go dark with hunger as he stalks toward me, his naked body as magnificent as the ancient stone castle.The chilly air raises goosebumps all over my skin, but I'm burning up on the inside, molten with need after witnessing his death-defying stunt.
"Now," he growls, closing the distance between us, "I'm going to make ye come so hard ye'll forget yer own name and where ye come from."
My breaths have become quick gasps as he grasps my hips with his calloused hands, lifting me effortlessly.I wrap my legs around his waist, gasping as he pins me against the cool stone wall.The rough texture scrapes my back, but I couldn't care less.All I can focus on is the stiff length of him pressing against me and warmth of his hardening dick.The downy hairs of my folds have already grown slick and hot for him, and my cream dribbles down my thighs.The aroma of my own cream wafts around us.
"Please," I whimper, threading my fingers through his hair."Oh God, I need you buried deep inside me, so deep your dick will push against my walls."
"Ahh,mo leannan, patience."He licks his way up my neck and down again, trailing hot kisses along my collarbone, growling and grunting all the while."I mean to taste ye first."
Before I can protest, his lips are on my breasts, his rough tongue circling each nipple until they're stiff and aching for more.I arch into him, desperate for more contact.The contrast between the cold stone at my back and his burning skin against my front is the most exquisite torture.
"Kirk," I cry out as his mouth travels lower, his hands gripping my thighs to spread them wider."I can't---I need---"
"Tell me what ye need, lass."
"You.Inside me.Right now.I need it rough and wild and totally untamed."
His chuckle vibrates through my skin."Not yet, lass.Not until I've had my fill."He drops to his knees, my mound now directly in front of his face."Gonna devour ye like the mad Scotsman I am, and you'll beg me for more."
I start to speak, but then he latches his mouth to mine while his tongue delves between my folds, and he rasps his tongue over my clit without mercy.I cry out, tangling my fingers in his hair.He lust is relentless, and his stubble rasps my sensitive skin as he devours me like he's starving and only my cream can satiate him.The wet sucking sound of bodies merging echoes off the castle.I can't contain the sounds that escape from my throat---desperate noises I've never made before.Our love making shifts into animalistic humping, grunting, and pounding.I'm so damn wet that my juices dribble down my thighs and onto my knees while the man who has his dick inside me goes on pummeling me.
"Kirk---oh God---I can't---" My words dissolve into incoherent gasps as he slides two fingers inside my ass, curling them in that perfect spot while his tongue works magic on my clit.My legs tremble, and I'd collapse if he weren't holding me up with his other arm.
The stone wall rasps against my back, but the subtle pain only heightens the sensations.I'm suspended between discomfort and the most intense gratification I've ever experienced, trapped in the ecstasy of the best sex in history.
"Let go," he commands between licks."Come for me,gràidh, come for me now."
Chapter Eighteen
Kirk
Mhac na galla, this woman knows how to flip a switch inside my cock that turns me into a raving madman determined to consume the lass and shag her until we're both half crazed with lust.I press her harder against the ancient castle wall, thrusting my hips into her with a primal, unstoppable rhythm as her body clenches around me again and again.The sounds Gretchen makes---bod an Donais, they're turning me into a grunting, growling beast.Her wee whimpers and moans echo off the stone walls.
