Scandalous Scotsman - M.J. Fields Page 0,24
mind-blowing ecstasy.
He’s fucking me, kissing me, sucking and tweaking my tits, nipping and licking my neck… he’s everywhere.
As I feel the build of another orgasm, I pull my hands free of his hold and grab his rock-hard ass, beginning to meet him thrust for thrust until I reach leg-shaking, eye-rolling, fire-burning … what is probably a once in a lifetime orgasm.
“That’s it. Fuck yes!” He buries his head in my neck. “Your body’s begging for my cum.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “God, yes.”
He pulls out fully, leaving me feeling an emptiness that I’ve never experienced.
“What’s wrong? Did I—”
I stop when I see the most erotic vision I’ve ever seen as he pulls off the condom, fists his cock, his head falling back as he strokes himself and groans, “Elizabeth Bloom,” and then his cum spurts all over my belly.
Oh. My. God.
I watch his chest heave as he looks down at me, eyes hooded and dark.
“Are you done with me now, Elizabeth Bloom?”
I shake my head.
“Good,” he pants as he lies his full weight on me. With his face buried in my neck, he mumbles, “I’m gonna need a couple minutes, and then I’m going to fuck you how I warned ye I would on yer porch.”
I run my fingers up and down his back, allowing his muscles to determine the path as I try to calm my breath, and whisper, “Think we should shower first?”
He pushes up on his elbows and looks down at me. “I’ve no problem with yer cum on my lips. Do ye have—”
“No, no, I don’t.” I smile.
His smile makes my heart skip a beat, and even though I’m rather sore, I get, tingles.
“That’s a damn good thing,” he says, licking his delicious lips.
Grabbing his hair and kissing him hard, I feel him growing between my legs.
He pulls away and grabs my face between his hands, holding my head against the pillow. “Ye’re asking for trouble, Elizabeth Bloom.”
“Is trouble your middle name?” I smirk.
“James,” he says right before taking my mouth with his.
After three hours of fucking, I should be exhausted. Who am I kidding? He should be, and he is, sound asleep, still wrapped around me, his leg thrown over mine, his cock laying against my thigh, his hand still cupping my breast.
I’m sure I should wake him, but I’m enthralled by the way he looks. He’s even more stunning asleep. His long lashes rest against his cheeks, his brows perfectly relaxed and not turned inward, his broad, muscular chest slowly rising and falling against me. I reach up and push his hair out of his face, and he doesn’t even flinch.
Ethan James Stewart, I sigh to myself as I keep my eyes open, drinking him in as long as I can.
Thursday
Feeling movement beside me, I realize I fell asleep still wrapped in his hold. When I open my eyes, his are slowly scanning my still naked body, making me shiver.
His eyes slowly meet mine, and I’m shocked at how bright they look after the night we had. He should be exhausted.
“I should have woke you up.”
He narrows his eyes and shakes his head.
“No?”
He pushes the hair away from my face. “Haven’t had more than a couple hours in years. And it’s been longer since I haven’t had to waste morning wood in the shower.” He nudges me with his hard cock.
“You ran out of condoms—”
“Remind me to call ye in a prescription for birth control.”
“Already on the pill,” I whisper.
“Then there’ll be no need for a condom, now will there be?”
“But—”
“Do ye trust me, Elizabeth Bloom?” he asks, and I nod.
He reaches between us and rubs his cock against my slit. “Christ, woman, ye’re already primed.”
When he nudges me, I cringe.
“Ye all right?”
“I feel like someone played whack-a-mole on my girlie parts, but other than that—”
He laughs against my lips. “We’ve other places yet to be discovered.”
I lean back and ask, “Do you really think I’m going to let you stick that in my bum?”
“Aye, maybe not today, but aye. I was more thinking of yer pretty lips wrapping themselves around me.”
I must be losing my mind. I’ve never liked giving head. It was fulfilling what I thought to be an obligation. In fact, I hated it with my ex, yet my mouth waters at the thought of taking Ethan in it.
Before I have a chance to do just that, he sits up and stretches then bends down and grabs my calf, pulling my leg up . “Bruising gone down, but ye’re still swollen. I think