Warlord

His dick was so hard it ached, and his bollocks were drawn up tight to his body. “Little lass, are ye ready tae take ye husband into yer body?” He spoke on a low, rough growl, because right now all he wanted to do was attack her like a fucking animal.

She swallowed and slowly lowered her arms, so her breasts were visible to him once more. She was breathing heavily, and her breasts were jiggling slightly because of it. And then she slowly parted her thighs, and the sight of her lips spreading, showing him her pink, wet flesh, had him feeling like he would snap and mount her right now, without even attempting to go slowly. Bronson reached down and took hold of his dick in his hand and started stroking himself from root to tip. His cockhead was wet from the constant seed that kept coming from the tip, and he knew he was nigh to bursting just from the sight of her.

“What say ye, lovely? Are ye ready for my cock?” He stared into her bright green eyes and continued to stroke. And then she lowered her gaze and watched as he pleasured himself.

“Aye, husband.” She lifted her gaze to his face. “I’m ready.”

Chapter Nine

Genevieve looked down at the long, thick length that was standing hard between Bronson’s muscular thighs. It was like another arm given how big it was, and although she was exaggerating, he was still a massive man. She might be inexperienced when it came to sex, but she also wasn’t naïve. She had seen plenty of people having sex in stables, behind taverns, and even, when they were drunk, doing it right in plain sight.

But Bronson was the biggest she had ever seen. He definitely had warrior blood running through him. His body was made up of hard muscles that were defined in all their raw glory. She lifted her gaze from him stroking himself in slow, almost lazy motions. Genevieve didn’t want to stare too long at the fact that clear fluid lined the tip of his cock from his excitement. The crisscrossed scars on his rippling abdomen showed a history of violence. She wasn’t afraid of him though, and instead saw those marks as his strength and determination. She was more than ready to have him move closer, feel his big body right on top of hers, and have him thrust deeply into her.

He took a step closer, and another step, until he was at the edge of the bed and staring between her splayed thighs. “Ye’re so pink and wet for me, darlin’.” He stroked himself a little faster, and she watched his bicep contract and relax from the rapid motion. He placed a knee on the bed and put his hands beside her hips. “Lass, I want tae be gentle, but I have tae admit that I donna think I can. I want ye tae badly.”

She started breathing heavily, felt herself grow wetter between her thighs, and nodded. “I want ye tae take me, Bronson.” Gods, she should feel embarrassed at being on display like this, but the way he watched her only made her feel this desire that had her mind feeling dazed and hazy. She thought he would have thrust right into her, but instead he moved down the bed, placed his hands on her inner thighs, and pushed her legs open until her muscles screamed in protest.

“I’m going tae taste ye, lass, and lick yer sweet little pussy until you scream out my name.” And then he had his mouth right on her, lapping, sucking, and making her feel uncomfortable and so good all in the same breath. She would have never thought a man kissing her… down there could feel so pleasurable. Bronson took his fingers and spread her labia apart, and then she felt him flatten his tongue and run it from the opening of her body all the way up to her little nub that felt as though her heart was beating rapidly in it. When he reached it, he sucked on that little bundle until a cry did leave her and she fisted her hands in the linen bed coverings.

“That’s it, Genevieve. Scream so loud my ears ring,” he murmured against her and went back to torturing her in a way that had sweat beading her brow even more, had her heart feeling like it would burst from her chest, and had this intensity moving through her. Something big was going to happen inside her. She could feel it, could feel the tightening in her lower back, and knew that whatever this was would change everything inside her. “Come for me, lass. Make my face wet from yer pleasure.”

And then it was like something broke inside her. The pleasure coursed through her, and she was vaguely aware of this loud sound filling the room. She soon realized that the noise was coming from her. She felt this euphoric sensation move through her and didn’t care if she was screaming loud enough to wake the dead. Bronson kept making these deep, almost animalistic sounds against her flesh, and she felt even more wetness leave her.