on his lower lip. Her tongue dueled with his, but it was half-hearted, the rapid racing of her heart giving away her excitement. Finally, after her token attempt to escape, with a moan of surrender, she softened in his arms and returned his passion tenfold.
Sweet fucking hell. He’d not expected that. And he’d definitely not expected the inferno that swept him and totally sabotaged his plan to disarm her. Her arms, trapped at her side s within the band of his, still left her hands free to clutch at his hips, her fingers digging into his flesh, her lower body grinding as best as it could against him.
He tugged her hair, tilting her head back, leaving the panting sweetness of her mouth to drag fiery caresses down the column of her neck until he nuzzled the top of her breasts. He realized she muttered, and when he caught the words, he groaned softly.
“Don’t stop there. My nipples need some attention. Bite them. Suck them.”
Demanding wench, more vocal than he was used to, but he was more than happy to comply. Loosening the vise of his arm around her torso, he ga ve himself some room to work with. His teeth tugged at the linen. It fell away, baring her glorious tits. He rubbed his face between them, and her hands wiggled free from the trap of their meshed bodies, but not to push him away. Nay, not his lass. She dug her fingers into his scalp and guided his mouth to an erect nipple.
“Suck it,” she demanded.
He bit instead, the sharp tips of his fangs digging in. She gave a little yell. He growled and bit her again before taking the tip of her breast into his mouth. Her strong body bucked against him and almost threw them off balance. Releasing her ponytail, he hoisted her until her legs could wrap around his waist, and he walked them to the nearest wall where he pressed her up against it.
Anchored to the stone, her body was his for the taking. With her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed , and her lips swollen from his earlier embrace, Niall proceeded to pleasure the lass, and as a result, himself.
* * * *
Aella couldn’t have said how it happened. One moment she’d gone from annoying the Scot—and enjoying it—to begging him to suck her breasts. He did so with great gusto and talent, drawing her aching peaks into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin, nipping at the tips. Each erotic caress served as a jolt to her pussy. Each lick. Each nibble. Every suck only served to rouse her burgeoning desire higher and higher.
Barely realizing it, her hips ground against him, her wet core pulsing against his lower stomach. What a waste when she could feel his erection straining just beneath. Loosening the grip of her legs around his waist, she let out a growl of frustration when she couldn’t get his cock positioned where she wanted it. He was too long and their bodies too close.
His mouth left off its decadent torture of her breasts to whisper at her ear. “Need something, lass?”
“Fuck me.”
“You want my cock?”
Did she ever! He rubbed the head of it against her clit, and she shuddered, the muscles of her channel spasming.
“Give it to me.”
“And if I don’t?” he teased, dragging it across her trembling slit.
With her fingers still meshed in his shorn hair, she found it simple to yank his head back and mash her mouth against his. She slid her tongue into his mouth, dancing it along his, merging their breaths, furthering their passion.
With a groan, he gave her what she wanted. In slammed his dick. Fuck yeah. Long, thick, and ready, his cock was up to the challenge. Without hesitation, he sheathed it within her, and she clenched. Oh, how she clenched. The muscles of her pussy clung to him, welcoming his girth, reveling in the way he stretched her. Pulling back, he had to fight the pull of her channel, but the suctioning drag just served to rouse them further. Back he thrust as she sucked on his tongue. They’d gone past words. Past teasing. Their bodies moved in
Sweet fucking hell. He’d not expected that. And he’d definitely not expected the inferno that swept him and totally sabotaged his plan to disarm her. Her arms, trapped at her side s within the band of his, still left her hands free to clutch at his hips, her fingers digging into his flesh, her lower body grinding as best as it could against him.
He tugged her hair, tilting her head back, leaving the panting sweetness of her mouth to drag fiery caresses down the column of her neck until he nuzzled the top of her breasts. He realized she muttered, and when he caught the words, he groaned softly.
“Don’t stop there. My nipples need some attention. Bite them. Suck them.”
Demanding wench, more vocal than he was used to, but he was more than happy to comply. Loosening the vise of his arm around her torso, he ga ve himself some room to work with. His teeth tugged at the linen. It fell away, baring her glorious tits. He rubbed his face between them, and her hands wiggled free from the trap of their meshed bodies, but not to push him away. Nay, not his lass. She dug her fingers into his scalp and guided his mouth to an erect nipple.
“Suck it,” she demanded.
He bit instead, the sharp tips of his fangs digging in. She gave a little yell. He growled and bit her again before taking the tip of her breast into his mouth. Her strong body bucked against him and almost threw them off balance. Releasing her ponytail, he hoisted her until her legs could wrap around his waist, and he walked them to the nearest wall where he pressed her up against it.
Anchored to the stone, her body was his for the taking. With her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed , and her lips swollen from his earlier embrace, Niall proceeded to pleasure the lass, and as a result, himself.
* * * *
Aella couldn’t have said how it happened. One moment she’d gone from annoying the Scot—and enjoying it—to begging him to suck her breasts. He did so with great gusto and talent, drawing her aching peaks into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive skin, nipping at the tips. Each erotic caress served as a jolt to her pussy. Each lick. Each nibble. Every suck only served to rouse her burgeoning desire higher and higher.
Barely realizing it, her hips ground against him, her wet core pulsing against his lower stomach. What a waste when she could feel his erection straining just beneath. Loosening the grip of her legs around his waist, she let out a growl of frustration when she couldn’t get his cock positioned where she wanted it. He was too long and their bodies too close.
His mouth left off its decadent torture of her breasts to whisper at her ear. “Need something, lass?”
“Fuck me.”
“You want my cock?”
Did she ever! He rubbed the head of it against her clit, and she shuddered, the muscles of her channel spasming.
“Give it to me.”
“And if I don’t?” he teased, dragging it across her trembling slit.
With her fingers still meshed in his shorn hair, she found it simple to yank his head back and mash her mouth against his. She slid her tongue into his mouth, dancing it along his, merging their breaths, furthering their passion.
With a groan, he gave her what she wanted. In slammed his dick. Fuck yeah. Long, thick, and ready, his cock was up to the challenge. Without hesitation, he sheathed it within her, and she clenched. Oh, how she clenched. The muscles of her pussy clung to him, welcoming his girth, reveling in the way he stretched her. Pulling back, he had to fight the pull of her channel, but the suctioning drag just served to rouse them further. Back he thrust as she sucked on his tongue. They’d gone past words. Past teasing. Their bodies moved in
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