The Scotch Queen (Scotch 2)

He pulled his mouth away with an intense expression on his face. His eyes were darker than usual, and his jaw was tense as if he was angry. His entire body was tight with excitement. I could feel his cock thicken even more inside me. “Yes, Lovely.” He started to move inside me, sliding in and out of my slickness. He took me slowly like I asked, and I was surprised he gave me what I wanted. I expected him to argue with me or just fuck me senseless. But he was in the moment with me—exactly what I wanted.

He hooked his arms behind my knees and pinned me underneath him, contorting my body until I was pressed hard against the mattress with his powerful body keeping me in place. He rocked his hips and clenched his ass every time he moved inside me, nine inches of his impressive cock hitting me every time.

His arms flexed, the intricate lines separating the different sections distinct and beautiful. His stomach was tight as he used his entire core to stabilize himself. It was much easier to fuck hard rather than slow, but his graceful physicality made it easy.

His mouth moved to mine, and he kissed me slowly, just the way I liked. Our mouths moved together, and his tongue would greet mine in the perfect intervals. Our tongues would slide past one another before he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. No matter how criminal he was, he was still the best kisser I’d ever had. He made gentleness feel aggressive. He made slow feel fast. He made sex feel like a spiritual adventure of pleasure and ecstasy. I’d never been with a man who made me moan and writhe the way Crewe did.

“I’m gonna come…” My fingers dug into his hair, and I breathed into his mouth, feeling every inch of that cock hit me in the right spot. I was never vocal during sex, but I wanted Crewe to know how he made me feel, that he was the kind of man who made me feel like a woman.

He moaned quietly against my mouth. “I can feel it…”

My hands dragged down his shoulders, and I breathed against his mouth, too focused on the impending orgasm to even kiss him. My lips brushed against his, sometimes sticking together from their wetness.

I gripped his ass when I felt the explosive sensation hit me. Like a fire that burned every inch of my skin, I was molten hot. I pulled him against me harder, no longer wanting it to be slow and gentle. I wanted every inch over and over as I had an incredible orgasm that only he could ignite. I felt my come drench around his cock as he continued to move inside me, my arousal sheathing him like a glove.

My head rolled back, and I looked into his eyes, seeing the same desire on his face that was written all over mine. I wasn’t even aroused before he walked into the room, and now I felt satisfied, like I’d been wanting him all day. “Thank you…”

He kissed the corner of my mouth as he kept moving inside me. “My pleasure.” His thrusts became harder, hitting me into the mattress as his balls spanked against my ass. He was preparing for a climax, to fill my pussy with all of his seed.

“No.” I gripped his biceps as I felt him slide into me. “Make me come again.” I kissed him hard, my tongue dancing around his as my nails dug into his skin. My pussy was so wet I wasn’t sure if he could even feel the friction anymore.

He moaned into my mouth like that just turned him on even more. “I’d love to.” He leaned farther over me so his pelvic bone could rub into my clit. He dug into me hard, igniting my throbbing nub in the heat of passion. His cock stretched me to maximum capacity, and the constant friction against my body made me pant with pleasure. It took far less time to bring me to a second climax than I expected.

“I’m already there…”

He slowed down his thrusts, controlling himself so he wouldn’t blow his load quicker than I blew mine.

“God, Crewe…”

He gripped my hair and gave a slight tug, getting as much of me as he could.

I was stood on the threshold of an incredible orgasm, a blinding pleasure that would ignite me just like it did minutes ago. I was out of my mind with satisfaction, the hormones and the sweat destroying all inhibitions. “I love your cock…” I wanted to be everything he wanted, everything he fantasized about. They said the best way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. But Crewe had a strict diet, so that would never work. The best way to his heart was through amazing sex.