Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 32223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
“Lachlan!”
“Just like that, little lass,” he groans, fucking me harder, and faster. “Let me feel how bad you want my cum. Let me feel your sweet little pussy milk my seed right out of my balls.”
I cry out, thrusting back to meet him and moaning in pleasure. His hand slides from my breasts up to my throat, his fingers curling around it just enough to send the thrill through me he knows I love. And it does. I scream in pleasure, my pulse racing as I wildly thrust back against him, taking him to the hilt in my eager pussy over and over again. He turns my head, and when his lips crush to mine as our bodies writhe together, I know we’re both going to shatter.
“I—oh God…”
“Come for me, little lass,” he purrs into my lips, groaning as his cock swells harder, and thicker inside of me. “Come with me, my love.”
He sheathes every thick, wonderful inch of his big cock deep inside my little cunt, and when his fingers roll my clit at the same time, suddenly, it’s more than I can stand. I cry out into his lips, moaning wildly as I bounce back and forth on his thickness before suddenly, I break. The cry of pleasure tumbles from my lips as the orgasm rolls over me, making me come over and over again on Lachlan’s big cock.
He roars, thrusting deep and just holding himself there as his big balls pulse against me, pumping rope after thick, hot rope of his cum deep against my womb. He pulses into me again and again, sending me into yet another climax as I shudder against him, until finally, we slow to a painting, trembling stop.
Lachlan slowly pulls away from me, turning and scooping me into his arms before he moves to a little patch of soft grass and sinks down, me curled against his muscled chest.
“I think we’re going to be late,” I murmur, kissing his skin.
“Aye, but it is our party.”
I giggle, raising my head up and rolling my eyes at him.
“True, but c’mon, let’s get going.”
I give his chest a playful slap as I spring to my feet, and Lachlan chuckles, propping himself up on one elbow as he lets his eyes slide over me.
“Ahh, is that how it is? Drag me out here to the woods to use me for your pleasure, and then it’s off to a dinner party?” He sighs dramatically. “You wound me, lass.”
I giggle, stepping over his torso and then settling down astride him as I lean down to kiss him softly.
“Aww, you poor thing.”
He chuckles, kissing me back.
We are probably going to be late for our “almost anniversary” dinner party, but the truth is, I don’t care all that much. Besides, it’s just our friends and family, and I know they’ll be fine amongst themselves until we join them. Catriona and Callum, Una and Hamish, Rhona and Tor, and Ailith and Malcolm will be there, along with a few of Tor’s Viking’s—Freya, her brother, the equally blonde and blue-eyes Erik, and two of Tor’s other captains—Ivar, and Bjorn.
Drink, food, laughter, and friends and family? It sounds like the perfect evening to me.
“Alright, love,” Lachlan growls. “We can ride back so we don’t keep our guests waiting.”
I kiss him on the lips and start to stand, but I gasp as his hands slide down to cup my ass, keeping me right where I am sitting astride his muscled waist. And suddenly, I can feel his cock—still very hard, and throbbing as it slides between my thighs, his swollen head brushing over my pussy.
“But first,” he groans deeply. I whimper, biting my lip as our eyes meet, fire blazing between us.
“We’re going to be late,” I whisper.
“Aye,” he growls. “We are.”
“Good.”
I crush my lips to his as I reach between us, my fingers circling his cock and centering it against my pussy.
“They can wait.”
“Oh, believe me, lass,” Lachlan growls, his eyes burning into mine. “They’re going to wait.”
He pushes in, my breath catching and the moan whimpering in my throat as our lips sear together.
…And we are very, very late to the party.
The End.