Page 102 of Scorched Hearts
“You’re already wet, lass. Such a bad little thing.”
My clitoris is painfully swollen from his filthy words and I rub it against the rough bark, protected only by my thin undies until he pulls them down too, running his tongue through my center, sucking, driving his tongue inside of me as I bite down on the sleeve of my sweater. I can still hear the shouts and laughter over the music, we’re not that far away.
Knowing that my husband couldn’t wait to go further away to have me only makes me wetter, and I can feel him grin against my pussy. “Best be quiet, ye wicked lass. Ye dinnae want them to hear.”
I don’t. I really don’t and I bite down harder on my sweater as I hear the rustle of cloth and know he’s freeing his cock. His thumb rubs against my back entrance, making me tense up.
“Someday soon, I’m taking this hole, too. But for now, keep those legs tight, make me fight to get inside ye.” His cock’s notched in my pussy and I instinctively push back against him until he drives into me, making me stifle a scream. My legs tighten and I hear him groan. “Like that, lass. Just like that, squeezing me tight.”
Everything melts away. The fire. The forest, our family. Everything is gone but Wallace and me and the space between my legs that he is conquering.
It hurts. I thought I’d gotten used to the size of Wallace’s cock but here, it feels like a spike driven inside me, the pain surging over the pleasure and he pauses for a moment.
“The pain will go away, Little Cinder, but the pleasure stays.” He pushes higher inside me, pulling out slowly to thrust into me again. I jolt against the fallen tree, moving like a rag doll against the force of his shaft driving into me. He whispers in my ear, how sweet and tight I am, that he can feel every inch of me pushed aside to make room for his cock. That I’m his, that I’d better come soon before he does, because his pleasure comes first.
How can those words make me hotter? He slips his hand between us, protecting my bare pussy from the wood, grinding his heel down on my clitoris and ah, god…
I can feel it, the burn of his thrusts inside me sparking something unstoppable, a blaze that twirls up and down my spine, it makes my toes point and my legs ache and when it all crashes together in my pussy, I scream, feeling Wallace slap his hand over my mouth.
He’s still grinding his other hand against my center as his thrusts grow sharper, pounding into me greedily with no finesse until he floods me with heat, pushing in hard to get every drop inside me.
Wallace slumps over me, both of us panting. I barely feel the chill in the night air with his blast furnace of a body covering me.
Reaching back, I pull his head down, kissing his deliciously full mouth until I realize he’s getting hard again. “Are you thinking of doing more debauched things to me?”
“Aye, even more depraved than this,” he says, pulling out of me carefully, his long fingers tracing the streaks of come on my thighs. “But back in our bed.” Lifting me off the tree, he kneels to pull my undies and jeans back up, trying to tidy me.
“They’re all going to know, aren’t they?” I groan, trying to pull my hair into some kind of order.
“Ye do look like you’ve been dragged backwards through a hedge,” he agrees. “But knowing my cousins, I doubt you’ll be the only one.”
We spend the rest of All Hallow’s Eve dancing and drinking with the cousins while Wallace and Logan battle to top each other’s insults.
“It’s been a grand night, ye dug-licking pish of a nettle!” Logan shouts as he and Arabella head for their car.
“Always a pleasure, ye bawbag-eyed fuck bumper!” Wallace cordially waves back.
The red glow of everyone’s tail lights fades asthey round the corner of the road, heading back to Edinburgh and Glasgow. Morgan eyes us both and says, “I’ll be heading up to bed now. With my noise-cancelling headphones on. And a pillow over my head. So goodnight and for fuck’s sake, be quiet, would you?”
“Goodnight!” I smile weakly. “I didn’t know we were that loud,” I whisper to Wallace.
“Why do ye think I put my hand over your mouth?” he grins wickedly. “The construction foreman on Morgan’s new spellshop says they’ll be finished by next week. I’m thinking the flat over the shop will be a wee bit more fantoosh than her old one in Salem.”
“You think?” I laugh as he pulls me toward the house. “It’s a three-story townhouse!”
“Come to bed with me, wife,” Wallace grins wickedly. “There’s a blaze already lit in the fireplace.”
Of course, there is.
