Her face burns.
“Where’s me poem?”
“I ca-can’t think like this, Brody.”
“Och,” I groan, “too bad. I was so excited to taste ya again. Beg me.”
Her voice floats over to me, and I have to perk my ears to hear. “Please, Brody.”
“Use yer words, lass. Make ‘em sound pretty, too.” I chuckle softly.
Justice bites her eyes closed, seeking refuge from the dark depravity I’ve created between us. Her weak voice grows a tad stronger. “Brody, please, make love to me with your mouth.”
Make love. I’m tossed on my head. Damn it. She sounds so pretty, saying all the wrong words to me.
I go to her on my knees, squeezing her thighs.
“Ouchhhh,” she groans.
Some part of me is determined to tell the lass that this ain’t love. My fingers sink harder into her soft skin. I pull her wet fingers to my mouth, and her whimpered cry of pain turns to pleasure. My tongue flicks over the sticky sweets inside her thigh as I moan low from deep in my chest. I remove my fingers from her thighs.
With a feral look in my eyes, I clamp a hand over her cheeks hard enough to pucker her entire mouth. “This is gonna hurt, lass.”
“Okay,” she groans.
“Hurt so bad.” I bite my way down the flesh of her stomach and hips. Everywhere my mouth falls, goosebumps rise, and pretty brown skin is left embedded with the outline of my teeth. Each malicious bite is a harsh truth. This ain’t love. I take a hunk at her thighs while my fingers feck her. I lift her calf over my shoulder and bite the back of it, thrusting my fingers deep into her, carving my teeth in her skin. Back to the inside of her thighs, I take another fervent nibble, softening my approach only to nip at her clit.
“Oh, Brody,” she groans. No matter how much pain I draw from her body, it sounds like lovemaking from her throat to my ears. She feeds her pussy to my face. I remove my mouth from her enthralling ocean and grip her wrists, cuffing them in my hands, tight enough to squeeze. More hurt is applied.
My mouth drops another apology against her forehead as I line my dick up against her slick heat and take her hard.
I run my hand over her bare arse, spanking her, feeling the heat of each swat. She’s gasping, breasts raking across my chest, breath coming in short gasps. The lass takes every hit I offer, from my cock punching the depth of her to my hand striking her arse.
I ram into her, grabbing her nipple, pulling and pinching. Her pussy fights back, squeezing around my dick.
“Turn over, lass,” I order. With her on her knees, my hand comes down again, hitting the same spot twice, while my other controls the back of her neck.
Justice thrusts her cunt against me. I place my cock at her entrance. She’s struggling to feck back against me, but I hold her neck.
“Please, please, I can’t think, Brody. I need you,” she hisses.
Without a word, I slam deep inside of her absolutely delicious cunt. A steady stream of dew drips from her. My cock drowns in the heat pouring from her wet, hot heaven. She's so tight. Last night, I’d the challenge of molding her pussy to my dick. Tonight, it’s the same. Her disobedient body tightens up again. Her groan reaches new octaves as I slam into her, pushing an inch deeper with each thrust. Her pussy attempts to milk me, clamping down, like that’ll stop the likes of me.
I pull out, grip her braid, and yank hard, slamming into her. Justice lets out a harrowing scream. Her body goes rigid.
“Och.” I push air through my gritted teeth while her walls pulsate around my erection.
Ye cum, ye feckingbawbag, I’ll not feed ye pussy for a month, I warn my cock, resting it deep in her. That’s right, I tell my dick. The fecker’s never tasted a pussy without a condom on. The threat causes my dick to man up.
I catch a rhythm, screwing her harder, faster. I deny my cock the chance to settle and be clutched by the aftershocks. That bewitching pussy of hers ain’t about to push me over the edge yet.
I pound into her until her screaming dies, and her body hums beneath my touch. My baws begin to tingle. That’ll do, I tell my dick, the old wayward dog.
The impact of cumming unleashes from the depths of my baws. I pound harder, feeding Justice the long eruption of cum and reaching around to tweak her clit. With a shudder, Justice’s legs cave. I fall into her, my dick so deep my baws thwack hard against her as my pulsating cock pumps her full. I lift myself off and lie next to her.
“I know ya said that ye should be goin’. Spend the night here instead,” I hear myself saying. Wit the feck? “But, ahem, we can cook breakfast together real early.” Brody, ye are in over yer fecking heid.
While I’m waiting for Justice to say yes, the lass ain’t smiling. Instead, she asks if I intend to marry Erika.