Chapter Twenty-One #2
From this excellent angle, I can see the tops of her breasts strain against the fabric of her dress and I yank it down, hearing it rip and leaving her in a bra and scraps of cotton.
“Who do ye belong to?” I slap her other cheek before ripping her knickers down.
She’s wet, slick and glistening and when she tries to look away from me I yank her back with my grip on her hair. “Say you’re mine, wife.”
Sophie has a spine, but my lass is picking the wrong time to show it, glaring at me with slitted eyes, lips pressed tight like she can fight the words back. Kicking her legs open wider and putting mine between them, I have a perfect view of her pussy as I slap it, her plump lips pink and swollen.
“It hurts more on wet skin,” I say, kissing her again. “Say you’re mine and I’ll make use of all your sweet slick and make ye come.”
“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” she gasps.
“I’m greedy.” Plunging two fingers inside her, I curl them hard against her walls. “I’m selfish. I want ye more than my duty.” Her hand slaps hard against the couch seat. “You belong to me, Sophie MacTavish. Say it.”
All those sweet, wee tells of hers are here, the move of her hips against my fingers, the arch of her spine, the pink flush that rises on her neck and cheeks. “I fucking hate you!”
“Aye, but ye need me, too. Ye want me. And I own every bit of this perfect body. So say it.” I drive my fingers inside her harder and I can feel the first pulses of her cunt, my hand is wet to my wrist.
“I…” Ach, it’s killing her. “I belong to you,” she grinds out.
Thank god.
Flipping her over onto the couch seat, I rip open my jeans, tapping the pierced head of my cock against her swollen clit before pushing inside her.
We groan together, the relief, the feel of her indescribably good.
I’m thrusting hard when I realize I’m not wearing a condom, but I canna stop.
I’ve never been inside a woman without one, and the feel of her, wet and silky, is maddening.
My Sophie is blazingly hot inside and I angle my hips up hard, rubbing my piercing against me as she digs her heels into the small of my back, pushing my hips forward against her.
My hand is on her throat, forcing her to look at me, then pulling her head down to see us, my glistening cock pounding in and out of her.
“Such a hot thing to see,” I groan. “There’s nothing better than being inside ye.
” My fingers tighten on the sides of her throat.
Not much, just enough to watch her face turn red. “You’ll come when I say it.”
Her lips are shaping the word yes, she dinnae fight against my grip, she pushes against my hand harder and feck if it dinnae undo me.
“Ye belong to me.”
“Yes.” It’s a whisper of a word with no breath behind it.
“No more fighting it.”
“No…”
Slamming my mouth down against hers, we share breath as I press my thumb against her clit and thrust again, and once more before we explode together. Her pussy clamps down on me just as my cock is swelling and the pain of it is far past pleasure, the pulses from her wet walls squeezing me dry.
We breathe together, me in as she breathes out in perfect synchronicity as we try to recover. The crackle of a speaker blares out and she jumps a little, giggling as an ugsome screech of music rattles the windows.
“What the feck is that?” I growl.
“I can tell Maisie’s picking the playlist tonight,” she says breathlessly. “That’s Blackpink.”
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I’m getting blootered tonight.
” I pull from her gently, watching our combined finish slick her thighs and mine.
My fingers are moving before I can think, pushing my come back inside her.
“Be still for a moment, butterfly.” I go back on my heels, tucking my cock back inside my jeans. “I’ll tidy ye up.”
Sophie is limp and exhausted, lying still for me like a good lass as I find a cloth to wipe her. “Why do you never take off your clothes when we have sex?”
My hand slows before I pull her knickers up, settling them over her hips.
“I dinnae think of it, I suppose.” I’m lying.
“I know we need to change, there’s dozens of MacTavi arriving to celebrate with ye.
” Reaching behind my head, I pull off my t-shirt, putting it on her as the scraps of her dress fall away.
“We’ll talk about Martha, aye? She’s your mother.
Not a pet. Not an obligation. We’ll talk about law school. I give ye my word.”
She’s looking up at me with so much hope and it’s making my frozen heart twinge uncomfortably in my chest.
“For tonight though, can ye enjoy the moment? The clan is here for ye, Sophie girl. Ye are part of us. Let them welcome ye.”
“And my mother?” she persists.
“Your mother is part of us, too,” I say, not sure how this new configuration will fit into the clan, but knowing it has to happen. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Okay,” my wife says, cautiously wrapping her arms around me. “We’re okay. For tonight.”
We hold each other, swaying slightly as we listen to the square fill up with terrible music, the excitable screeches of the bairns and laughter of the people here to celebrate my wife.
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Ugsome - Scottish slang for terrible.