The Scotch Queen (Scotch 2)

“Fuck…” His hand moved to the back of my neck, and he guided me up and down his length, moving slowly as he wanted to enjoy every steady thrust as he slid into my mouth. Saliva dripped down his length and to his balls, and I moved my mouth to his sac so I could suck it back into my mouth and return it to his length.

His fingers dug into me harder.

I wanted to keep going, but I also wanted that big cock inside me. We were both so wet and anxious for each other, and I could hardly stop my legs from shaking. I wanted him every morning and every night, but I particularly wanted him now.

I pulled my mouth away, a sticky line of saliva forming between my mouth and his tip. I wiped it away with my fingers as I sat up, feeling that scorching gaze practically burn a hole right through my skin.

Crewe immediately moved me to my back and nearly ripped the dress off me. He treated the zipper with violence, nearly breaking it as he dragged it to the top of my ass. Once my straps were loose, he peeled them down my arms until he could get it off with one swift tug. When we were in his office, the only thing he removed was my underwear. But when we had no interruptions, he wanted me in nothing but skin.

I pushed his boxers down to his ankles, and he kicked them away, making him beautiful and naked on top of me.

He wrapped one leg around my waist and pinned me into the couch, my head resting on the armrest. The fire was still burning, acting as the only light in the living room. The sun was gone now, and all we could hear was the flicker of the flames. One of the maids would announce dinner, but neither one of us would hear the door.

My hands snaked up his powerful chest and to the back of his neck, my pussy begging to feel his cock inside me. I breathed against his mouth, anxious for him to fill me with every inch of his length.

He purposely dragged it out, teasing me on purpose. He brushed his lips past mine and rubbed his length against my folds. I was soaked and so was he, so we slipped past one another without resistant. When he rubbed against my clit, my bottom lip quivered.

My nails dug into his shoulders. “Crewe, make love to me.” I looked him in the eye as I whispered my request, knowing he would grant it. It wasn’t like him to make me beg for too long. He didn’t have the restraint.

He pointed his length inside me and slid through my wet tightness, a masculine moan accompanying his movements. His arms tightened as he suspended himself above me, the scruff of his face brushing against my cheek.

My nails cut into his skin deeply, and I let out a moan that rivaled his. My eyes closed for a moment as the shiver of excitement ran up my spine. The fire burned and crackled in the background, but the sound of his breathing was in the forefront. Everything outside of that room didn’t exist. It was just the two of us in the middle of nowhere, making love in a stone castle built by his ancestors. I wanted him for more reasons than just to get off. I wanted him because I missed him all day. I missed him the second he left for work in the morning.

I missed my captor.

He rocked into me slowly, his long length stretching me over and over every time he moved. Every time his powerful body moved, his muscles rippled and shifted under the skin. He was a mass of power and strength, and he was stronger than the stone walls that surrounded the castle.

My hands kissed his body as they trailed down his back, feeling the muscles shift under my touch. My fingers had a mind of their own, and I dug into him harder than I meant to, gripping his body like it was grooves on a mountainside.

Crewe positioned my other leg against his chest and deepened the angle, giving me his entire length as he moved inside me. His breathing accelerated as his hips thrust harder. When sweat formed on his skin, the drops reflected the firelight.

“Crewe…” My fingers dove into his hair, and I felt the sweat coat my fingertips. I was already on the verge of exploding, but my quickness to come was no longer surprising. This man made me crumble so easily because he knew my body better than I did. He knew exactly where all my buttons were and how to set them off.

He kissed me hard as he continued his pace, fucking me with long and even strokes. His cock hit me in the perfect location every single time, lighting me on fire as if he’d just drenched me with gasoline.