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“Oh, Brody,” she moans against me.

I descend to my knees, catching her stretchy pants, pulling them off. A breath catches in my throat as I remove her damp panties. Soft goosebumps line the inside of her thigh.

Justice raises her hips to meet my mouth.

“Slow, lass.”

“If we stay in here too long, your family might wonder.”

I blow at her thumping clit. “Nae, they’re gonna know that I had ye right here, right fecking now.”

“You’re making me crazy,” she groans out.

My fingers find her hot, sopping core, and my tongue matches the vicious strokes. My hand moves around until I’m palming her clit, and my fingers caress her G-Spot.

“Oh, Brody, oh shit.” She covers her mouth.

My other hand squeezes around her thigh. “I need to hear ye.”

She tucks the side of her hand into her mouth, biting down. My fingers leave her wet pussy, pinching at her clit. I thrust my fingers deep into her while flicking my tongue over the same spot. Her hand drops, and she screams loudly.

“That’s exactly wit I need to hear, lass. Ye loving how I feck ye. Justice, ye are so beautiful. Look at all the sweetness ye made for me.” I pull my hand from her throbbing pussy. Thick streams of cum web between my fingers that I take pleasure in licking off.

“No,” she groans. “Lick me, please.”

“Ye want my tongue fecking yer clit, aye?” I stand to my full height, clasp the back of her neck, and taste her mouth. “My dick ain’t gonna get any harder than it is now, lass. Which do ye want, my mouth or my dick?”

She gulps, frantic to find her voice. When she stutters, I kiss a trail down her breasts, my face finding her pussy. My jaw slicks against her sex. “Miss the beard, lass?”

“Ohhh, ohhh, don’t stop.”

“So ye don’t miss the beard?”

“Yes, I miss . . . I need you, Brody. Inside of me right now, please. I love you so much. Please, fuck me, Brody!”

She finds all those pretty little words that once tormented me. But now she’s using them to say everything that I need to hear. Her thighs hold me prisoner as I take to her mouth again, peppering her beautiful lips with more kisses.

For the first time in my life, I give a feck about a lass, long enough to stay. It takes a soulmate to make ye give a damn about more than the slick heat leaking between her thighs. I probe my cockhead along Justice’s trembling pussy lips. Her heart slaughters against my chest. Breath ragged, I enter Justice’s pussy in one hard thrust. “I’ll die for ye, lass.”


Tags: Amarie Avant MacKenzie Scottish Crime Family Romance