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)
Boldly, I slide my hands right under the waist of his tartan, whispering as I tease down until my fingers circle the thick, pulsing base of his cock. I moan at the size of him, and how strong and yet silky it feels in my hands.
“Gods, Iona,” he groans into my lips, kissing me savagely as my fingers tease him.
“You’re so hard, my lord,” I whisper heatedly. “Does… does it hurt?”
Lachlan growls, gripping my ass tightly with one hand as the other slides up to cup my jaw.
“Not with your hands on it, it doesn’t,” he groans.
I whimper as I kiss him slowly and deeply, stroking his big cock with both hands under his kilt.
“What…” heat explodes through me as the sinful desires blaze through me.
“What else do you want on it?” I whisper thickly.
Lachlan groans, his cock throbbing in my small hands.
“Such as?”
I shiver as I pull away, my eyes hooded with lust and desire as they lock onto his.
“I can think of something,” I purr, my tongue teasing out across my lips.
Lachlan’s cock jumps in my hands, his jaw tightening as his eyes spark with fire.
“Teasing little minx,” he growls lowly. “What happened to the little virgin from the other night?”
I blush fiercely. “I’ve—I’ve heard of things,” I whisper. “The rest of me might be a virgin, but not my ears.”
“And pray tell me, little lass,” he groans, his hand stroking my ass, pushing lower and letting one of his fingers push dangerously and teasingly down between my legs, making me whimper.
“What exactly have you heard.”
“Let me show you,” I whisper fiercely. And before he can say another word, I’ve dropped to my knees in front of him, my pulse racing and my entire body tingling with forbidden desire. I reach for his kilt, tugging it open, and when it drops to the floor, I whimper as his big cock springs free. Lachlan groans, reaching down, pulling his tunic off, and tossing it aside as his eyes blaze down into mine.
My hand slides up his thickly muscled thighs, my fingertips teasing his skin as they draw higher. They trace across his heavy balls, and I moan when he grunts in pleasure, my thighs squeezing together as I feel the slick heat pool between them. My hands slide to his shaft, circling his thickness as I lean closer and closer, my heart racing and my desire to give him everything burning fiercely.
“Let me show you what I’ve heard, my lord,” I moan. And without another word, I wet my lips, lean forward, and gently kiss his thick, swollen crown.
Lachlan groans, his jaw dropping in pleasure as I kiss my way down the side of his cock. My pulse is practically roaring in my ears as I kiss my way back up the other side, and when I let my tongue swirl across his fat head, he hisses in pleasure. I kiss the crown again, but this time, I keep going, letting his cock push my soft, wet lips apart and slide into my little mouth. He throws his head back, moaning deeply, and the sounds only spur me on.
I slide my mouth down further, feeling his thick cock glide wetly over my tongue until I can feel him in the back of my mouth. I whimper around him, relishing the taste of him as I close my lips and suck gently.
Like I said, I’ve heard things, even if I haven’t done them. And I heard many, many things from some of the more… shall we say, libertine members of the staff at my cousin’s house in Paris.
I slide my mouth back up, slurping wetly on him and feeling so sinfully wicked and yet so powerful at the same time. Lachlan growls in pleasure, his cock swelling thicker between my lips and his abs clenching and rippling as I start to bob my head up and down his cock.
“Gods, Iona,” he groans, his big hands sliding into my hair and tangling there, sending a thrill through me as I start to suck at him harder.
“You’re driving me wild, little lass,” he grunts, groaning again as I swirl my tongue across his head.
I pull away, panting as I look up at him, my hand stroking his slick, glistening cock.
“Is… is it okay?” I whisper heatedly. “Do you like my mouth on your cock, my lord?”
I’m playing up the part of the minx, and I love it. There’s a power rushing through me, and feeling him throb in my hand, and watching him groan and growl at the way I tease him is like the strongest cup of wine I’ve ever had.
“Do I like it?” he growls, his jaw clenching and his eyes fierce as they lock with mine.
“Let me show you how much I like it,” he grunts. And suddenly, I’m gasping as he reaches down and scoops me up easily into his strong arms, whirling and storming across the room to a little day bed against the windows. He sits on the edge of it and lays down back across it with me on top of him, and suddenly, with a gasp from my lips, he’s spinning me around. I moan, bushing deeply as I feel him spread my legs to either side of him, pulling me back until my pussy is thrust back lewdly right by his head.