Wed To The Warrior (Kilts & Kisses 3)

Callum groans, pleasure hissing through his lips and power roaring through my veins. Boldly, I lean forward again, kissing him again before I push my tongue out and drag it over his crown. He’s so hard, and there’s this sweet and salty taste to him that has me panting as heat pools between my legs. He feels it too, because slowly, his fingers begin to move over my cunt again. He teases me, making me moan wantonly as I press my wet lips to his cock. And this time, I just keep pushing them over him, until slowly, I’ve sucked the thick head of him into my mouth.

“Gods, little princess,” he groans, his body tightening as his cock throbs against my tongue. I whimper, slurping at him, swirling my tongue around his head as his fingers begin to tease my little clit.

Suddenly, his hands grab me, and I gasp as he yanks me up onto him, spinning me around as he drops back on the bed. My face flushes crimson as my legs fall astride his face, his hands skimming up my bare legs and boldly grabbing my ass. He yanks me down, and before I can stop him—before I can even process what’s happening—his mouth is on me.

There.

I cry out, more pleasure than I’ve ever even imagined exploding through me as Callum Bruce runs his wicked tongue over my dripping wet pussy. He growls into me, his fingers digging into my skin and his tongue dragging wetly up and down through my lips. He centers on my little nub, sucking it between his lips and merciless swirling his tongue around it.

I scream in pleasure, shivering on top of him and wantonly pushing my hips back against him. My fingers curl around his cock, and when I lean down, he’s right there, right in front of my face.

I open my lips, I slide them wetly over his throbbing cock, and I swallow him into my hot little mouth. I moan around it, feeling him twitch and pulse against my tongue. And I try to move my mouth the way I saw Lady Wilson doing it that day in the barn, but I can barely concentrate on anything but the feeling of his mouth on my cunt, tonguing me until I’m shaking with pure pleasure.

“Oh God, Callum!” I whimper, shuddering above him, just holding his shaft and kissing his swollen crown when I can. His tongue is merciless, dragging up and down over me, pushing me higher and higher until I’m trembling on top of him.

He rolls us, flipping me onto my back as I gasp in shock and in pleasure. There’s wildness in his eyes as he pushes me back across the bed, yanks my underskirt down and off my legs, and drops down between my legs. Rough, powerful hands grip the backs of my thighs, pushing my knees up and spreading my legs so lewdly for his hungry gaze.

I blush, and I shyly try and close my legs. But Callum just groans, shaking his head as his powerful hands tighten on me, keeping me wide open for him. I feel both ashamed and widely untamed at the same time—sinful and wild all at once.

“Lord Bruce—”

“This sweet little cunt is mine, little princess,” he growls, his lips brushing my thigh as his eyes lock onto mine. He holds my gaze as he keeps kissing his way higher, making me whimper in pleasure and making my skin tingle with heat.

“Mine to claim, and mine to taste,” he groans hungrily into the skin of my inner thigh, sending a shiver through my body. “Because soon enough, you will be my queen, little princess.”

I whimper, biting my lip as fire flashes in my eyes—one last flicker of rebellion roaring to the surface.

“Says who?” I manage to mutter out.

Callum slowly grins a hungry, wicked smile as he leans in between my legs.

“I’d say ‘says me,’” he purrs, a smug, fierce look in his eyes.

“But don’t think for a second I can’t see how wet this little pussy is for me. And don’t think for a moment that you’re fooling me into thinking you’re not dying to feel me claim every part of you.”

I swallow, heat flushing through my cheeks.

“Why you arrogant—oh GOD!”

My words fail, and my body is his the second that tongue of his drags wetly over my aching pussy. He groans into me, pushing his tongue deep before teasing it up and down my lips until I’m whimpering shamelessly for more. My hands slide into his hair, and it’s so unabashed and so sinfully wanton, but I simply do not care anymore. Not with him.

I cry out as his tongue teases up and down, settling at my little button and swirling around it as my body arches from the bed. His powerful hands grip my hips and my ass, his tongue unyielding and merciless. He just keeps teasing me higher and higher, until slowly, everything starts to blur at the edges. I can feel my heart racing in my breast, my entire body completely and utterly his as he pushes me higher than I’ve ever been before.