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  "No, you want to ride what's under the kilt, don't ye?"

  Oh God, yes, yes, yes!

  “Say it!”

  “Oh God, yes!”

  He pushed against her harder, his strong arms lifting her up until her feet left the ground. She stared at the cliff below and the crashing sea. Terror swept through her for just a moment, but his voice calmed her.

  "Brace yourself on the ledge. I won't let ye fall."

  She did as she was told, then gasped as Angus pulled her slacks down. The brisk sea air prickled across her bare skin and she exhaled sharply, struggling to keep her balance and pay attention to what Angus was doing. He spread her legs, then laughed.

  "Oh ho! You started without me!"

  His hands moved over her butt, spreading the cheeks and touching her lightly. Her dream lover's face appeared in her mind and she thought about the movements he'd made as she'd fucked herself with the vibrator. He'd slipped his finger into her ass and...Oh my god! Angus traced a circle around her butt hole, then deftly slid a finger inside. She squealed, but held onto the stone ledge, gripping it so hard her fingers hurt.

  His voice was thick with lust. "You dream about this, don't you? You like it. You want it now, don't you?"

  His finger wiggled inside her, sending a blast of heat through her cunt. She gasped and nodded, unable to talk.

  "Turn around. Now ye'll see what's under the kilt."

  She grasped the castle wall and slowly turned to face the incredibly sexy man standing before her. His face was flushed and his eyes glittered with lust.

  "Ah, Lass, that's a grand pussy you've got."

  Before she could respond, Angus buried his face in her crotch. His tongue found her hard clit and began to rapidly pummel it, hard and soft, hard and soft. His finger was still deep inside her ass and he moved it in slow waves, contrasting with the quick movements of his tongue. Then he began to suck in the same rhythm. A deep groan began in Mary's chest. Suddenly, Angus released her.

  Mary's legs would barely hold her. Sensations careened through her body, every nerve tingling, her crotch on fire, her chest aching with excitement. She let her gaze drop to the hair pouch and saw that he'd moved it to his hip. The bold tartan fabric tented over a huge bulge and she licked her lips.

  Slowly, Angus lifted the kilt and Mary's eyes widened. Angus MacLeod's cock stood at attention, easily six or seven inches long, dark brown, the pink tip glistening with a tiny drop of cum. Black hair curled around the base of it and huge balls nestled behind. He stepped closer, then lifted her into his arms, holding her up like a rag doll. She felt his heat as he brought her body close, then impaled her on his rigid cock. She let out a long, low groan as his full length reached into her very core, stretching her pussy, making her squirm to get more of him inside her.

  Pressing her against the rough stone walls of the castle ruins, Angus pulled back, then rammed into her, deeper than before. If that was possible. Her breath came in ragged gulps and she grabbed his shoulders as he thrust again and again. She focused on his rugged face, the age old MacLeod blood engorging the vein on his temple. From deep within, her own primal need sprang into a torrent, coming in wave after wave before exploding through her body. Her scream soared over the castle walls to drift on the sea air. She fell against Angus, inhaling the heady scent of his woolen jacket and the brisk male odor of a man who's just emptied himself. Her own strong sex scent threaded into the melange and she took a deep breath.

  Angus gently set her down and smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

  "So what d'ye think of your heritage now?"

  She licked her lips. "I think I'd like to have another look under the MacLeod kilt and lay that feud to rest."

  ©2011 Dreama Faire

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