The Scotch Queen (Scotch 2)

My thighs squeezed around his hips automatically, my nipples hardening at the same time.

He sucked the taste of my pussy from my fingers before he pulled his mouth away. “Lovely, what were you thinking about?”

I knew exactly what that question meant. “You.”

“And what was I doing?”

I was embarrassed to say the truth, even though I couldn’t embarrass myself more. He’d already seen the worst of it. Instead of answering him, I kissed him again. Maybe that would be enough to get right to the point.

But he was too stubborn for that. He pulled away. “Tell me.” He kissed the corner of my mouth and pressed his fingers against my clit. He rubbed me aggressively, touching me better than I touched myself.

When he made me feel so good, I couldn’t think straight. “You went down on me.”

His fingers slowed down, and he gave me one final kiss. He trailed kisses down my body until he reached the apex of my thighs. He scooted down until he was on his stomach below me, his face between my legs.

I immediately writhed, my fingers digging into his hair. “God…yes.” My nails moved into his shoulders, and I nearly sliced the skin. My hips flexed, and I pressed myself farther into his mouth. I wanted every inch of his tongue against my clit. I wanted it inside of me, outside of me. With this blinding pleasure, I couldn’t think about anything other than how good he felt, of getting more of him. “Crewe…” His name shouldn’t have left my lips, not when it increased his power over me, but I didn’t care in the moment.

He blew on my slit before he circled his tongue around my clit again, applying more pressure until he hit me in the perfect spot. He made me come violently, sending me over the edge when I didn’t realize I was standing on the cliff face to begin with.

“Crewe…” My head rolled back, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensual fire that ripped through me. It was powerful, incredible. It was of the best orgasms he’d ever given me, the kind that made my pussy clench even when he wasn’t inside me. I pooled at my entrance, and Crewe licked it away like he wanted every drop.

When the climax subsided, it slowly faded away. The tenderness between my legs throbbed even when the ecstasy was gone, so every touch of his tongue still made my hips jerk with pleasure.

He lifted his head and raised himself up, a gleam of moisture coating his lips. His cock twitched with arousal as he moved himself on top of me. His skin was flushed with blood where his muscles flexed and worked to hold himself up, and a thin line of sweat formed over his pecs and neck. I wished I weren’t so attracted to him, but there was no way my body could ignore how incredible he was. Not only was his body awe-inspiring, but he had a rugged jawline and warm, mocha eyes.

Instead of remaining satisfied, I wanted more. I wanted his thick cock inside me, to stretch me deep and wide like every man should stretch his woman. I gripped his biceps and guided him farther on top of me. “Fuck me now.”

A quiet growl escaped his lips, and his eyes hardened. He widened my legs and pinned his arms behind my knees, adjusting my hips and stretching my lower back in a way he never had before. He bent me exactly the way he wanted me and pressed his head to my entrance. Slowly, he sank into me.

Somehow, that felt more incredible than his face pressed between my legs. “Crewe…”

“Fuck, that is some wet pussy.”

“Because you make me wet.”

He stopped sliding into me and stared at me with his smoldering expression. “Lovely…Jesus Christ.” He sank the rest of the way, inserting his entire length until his balls hit my ass.

My nails dug into his triceps, feeling the solid muscle that was tighter than a rope.

He didn’t rock into me slowly like the other times we’d had sex. He pounded into me hard right from the beginning, tapping the headboard against the wall with the velocity of his thrusts. He breathed hard through the exertion, his powerful body becoming coated with sweat within minutes.

My hands dragged down his chest, and I felt my tits shake as he fucked me hard. I loved watching his face as he moved inside me, the sexy clench of his jaw and the hard look in his eyes. Sweat formed at his temples and a drop splashed onto my chest. I loved watching him fuck me as hard as he could, taking me roughly as if he couldn’t bear to have me any other way.

I was gonna come again. I could feel it deep inside my pussy where he was hitting me. Like there was a special button inside me, he pushed the trigger. My hands moved up the back of his neck, and I gripped his hair, holding on to him as an anchor while the fire swept through my body. “Crewe…I’m coming.”