Haunted by the Highlander: A BDSM Story Read Online Free

her
juices.
    When the spasms slowed, he
withdrew carefully and dropped her to the floor with ease, sliding her body
down his. She bit back a moan as the length of his shaft touched all too
briefly to her tender folds.
    "You taste so damned
good," he told her before kissing her.
    She inhaled the musky scent and
tasted herself on his tongue. It was so decadent, so sinful and her sex pulsed
back into life as the need to taste his sex overtook her.
    Blinking away the satisfied haze
that her climax drowned her in, she tugged at the waist of his kilt before
bunching the fabric in her hands. She waited a moment, as if waiting for
permission and he nodded. With a smile, she dropped to her knees and hauled his
kilt up and over his straining erection.
    "Oh God," she breathed
as she came face to face with his pulsing, shining cock.
    A small drop of pre-cum hung from
the end and she darted eagerly forwards to lick it up, savouring its salty
taste on her tongue.
    "Uhmmmm," she moaned as
she wrapped a hand around his shaft, feeling it surge under her fingers, and
drew it into her mouth.
    Circling the smooth head with her
tongue, she explored his ridges, pressing against the sensitive underside of
his dick and drawing back. His hands in her hair urged her forwards once more
and she took him as far back as she could.
    “That’s it, take it deep, lass.”
    The man grunted with surprise as
she swallowed and drew him further down her throat, taking most of his length.
Samantha grabbed his hard buttocks and held him there for a moment before
working up and down his cock as he enthusiastically screwed her mouth. His
distinctive male tang on her tongue sent a curl of need straight to her still
twitching pussy.
    His buttocks flexed beneath his
kilt as he rocked back and forth and emitted small groans and harsh breaths.
Samantha stared up at him as he towered over her. In spite of the spit
dribbling down her chin, she would happily have him fucking her mouth all day.
God, he was so bloody gorgeous, especially with his jaw clenched tight in
pleasure. The pleasure that she was giving him.
    Feeling the sudden surge of his
cock, Samantha picked up the pace. His legs vibrated with unspent power as his
fingers pressed into her scalp, holding her in place until his cock exploded,
sending streams of hot cum straight down her throat. She gulped and shuddered
as he milked himself against her throat.
    “Mmm, swallow it,” he ordered huskily.
    He went to pull out but she
gripped his arse and held him in place as she licked and sucked his semi-hard
shaft clean.
    His fingers curled around her and
he hauled her to her feet. She wanted to protest - I could lick his cock
forever - but his muscular arms came around her and he held her tight as he
swept her hair back from her face, pressing an urgent kiss to her mouth. She
used the opportunity to force her hands underneath his jumper and shirt.
    “Oh…” she sighed as her hands met
with sleek, warm flesh.
    The man laughed and pulled off
his jumper and shirt. His hand went to his kilt but she touched his arm and
shook her head. “Keep it on.” He raised an eyebrow as he grinned at her.
“Please?” she begged.
    He shrugged and kicked off his
boots, yanking off his socks with them. Samantha expelled a heavy breath as she
studied him, completely forgetting her own nudity. His chest flexed with every
breath and he reminded her of a warrior. Somehow, without the bulk of his
jumper, he appeared even more daunting.
    “Are you done, lass?”
    Samantha giggled and nodded
before flattening herself against him. His breath hissed between his teeth as
their skin connected and her skin prickled at the contact, her nipples pressed
hard against him.
    The Scotsman rubbed his large
hands over her, sweeping over her buttocks as he kissed at her neck. Abruptly,
he turned her around and urged her towards the bed.
    “Kneel down,” he commanded as her
knees hit the edge of the bed.
    Her heart kicked up as she got
down onto her