Charming Scottish Bastard by Melissa Blue

Author:Melissa Blue [Blue, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: African American romance, erotic romance, interracial romance, Scottish hero, African American heroine, under the kilt, melissa blue
Publisher: Melissa Blue
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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he didn’t protest when Grant pulled her into his lap and began tongue-kissing her. Later, he might feel utterly satisfied—downright peacock preening—he’d finally found the way to make her go all soft.

Grant was too busy fighting the urge to ball a fist in her hair and make her promise she wouldn’t let anyone else do that to her until they were done with each other. It was taking all of his restraint to fight the need to murmur what they should do next—fuck. And fuck. And fuck.

He pressed his mouth to her pounding pulse in her neck then right to the spot below her ear. She shivered, clutching at him, a whimper right there in her throat. He tried not to howl at the moon or something equally dramatic. He did wrap his arms around her to keep them as close as possible.

“Grant?” She rocked into him, rubbing herself against his dick.

If she did that again his cock would explode out of his jeans. “Aye,” he growled.

Her hand slid between their bodies. He held his breath as she fumbled with his zipper. Grant let his hands drop down to her arse and squeezed, his absolute encouragement for whatever she wanted to do next. Her hands trailed over his cock and he was sure he’d gone blind at just how good that almost thoughtless touch felt. They both moaned when she cupped his balls.

Don’t hope. Don’t wish. Don’t think. Despite what he’d done or how much she enjoyed it, reason and fear could drop in. Once again, her impulse to do exactly what she wanted in that moment with him could be bombarded with doubts.

“Condom?” she whispered.

Only a miracle kept him from dying of happiness on the spot. She’d leaned back to give him room, and to watch. He didn’t care she’d witnessed his trembling hands as he sheathed himself. Pride so often got in the way of pleasure. There was none left to be had as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, a fist then tugging at his nape, pulling his head back so their gazes met. Only sensation was left to be had as he guided her down on his cock. Her mouth parted, her lids swam low and then her eyes closed as she moaned. Who needed pride?

Her pussy wrapped around him, so wet and snug and perfect. She tightened her inner muscles on the first upstroke, and then again and again. His dick had never been harder in his life.

“Grant?”

“Aye, lass?”

She laughed softly. “I’m on my tip toes. I won’t be able to do this for long, but it—you feel so good.”

“All you have to do is rock, and I’ll get us there the rest of the way.”

It said so much she didn’t question how but just ground against him. He loosened his hold enough to free a hand. While she rocked, he worked the swollen nub between her legs in a hard, slow circular motion. She could have fucked him at that lazy pace all night and it would have been the best.

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