Page 48 of Tempted

“It seems that our friend Clare is very much into fortune telling and all that psychic shit. And I found the freak ass fortune teller that she’s been seeing for years. I paid her off to...persuadeour dear Clare that...let’s just say bad things will happen to her if she fucks any of us over.”

A ‘v’ forms between my brows. “And when the hell is she supposed to be seeing said psycho fortune teller?”

She bites her lip, eyes dancing. “Tomorrow morning she’s got an appointment. And, believe me, that woman was more than willing to take my money in exchange for the little white lie.”

I’m not sure how to take this. “And chicks buy that shit?”

She nods. “Evidently, Clare does. She’s got photos and memes and shit all over her Facebook and Instagram profiles from years back to as current as last month, all about this shit. She buys it as much as she buys money. It’s lunacy.”

“Do you think it’ll work?”

She lifts a brow. “With thirty thousand dollars, Madame Lacy can be very…pliable.”

My eyes bulge. “You gave the fortune teller thirty thousand dollars?”

She nods. “And I promised her free flights for life if it works out.”

I chuckle, surprised and taken aback. “And she doesn’t know who you are?”

Steph shrugs. “She knows who I am, but it doesn’t matter. With that money is embedded shut up money, too. And I can shut her down in a heartbeat if she reneges on any of it.”

Her breasts are pressed up against me. I’m so impressed. More impressed than any lass has ever impressed me before. I search her eyes. “Wh...why did you do that?”

“Why?” She scoffs, rubbing her nose on mine, almost kissing me she’s so close. “Because I’ve never hated a bitch more, that’s why. And when I found out that she was trying to fuck with you, well, us Scottish lasses don’t take that lightly. I didn’t get to where I am in life by sitting around, Malcolm.”

I cup her face with my hands. “God, you are the sexiest, most audacious bitch I’ve ever met.”

Her eyes search mine. Her mouth is upturned into a smile. “Yeah?”

I nod slowly.

Her voice is a whisper, as she asks, like she’s ready to collect her reward. “Fuck me, Malcolm.”

Never has just a lass’s voice woken my cock up so much as this one. Lips dying to touch hers, I lean in and taste her, sweeping my lips over hers. The sigh that comes out of her just from that is my undoing. Hands at the hemline of her shirt, I tilt my head and thrust my tongue into her mouth, as her back arches, pressing her chest into mine. Our lips and tongues glide over and over each other, making me want more, and as she claws her way down to my fly, I can see that she feels the same.

“I want you, Malcolm.” She pants between kisses. “Right now.”

It’s a flurry of forcing each other’s clothes off, as we kiss erotically, with hands all over the other’s body, until we’re finally skin to skin. Halfway from the kitchen to the bedroom, my fully hard cock is pressed between her folds. That’s when I lift the lass up and thrust into her, while carrying her to my bedroom. The look in her eyes is so wanton it hardens me further. As my cock pushes into her, she locks her ankles together at my waist, and lifts herself up, creating delicious friction.

“God, I’ve never wanted to fuck a lass as much as you, Steph.” I tell her, voice laced with need, as I close my bedroom door, leaving us in darkness.

Those words spur her on. She slides her fingers into my hair, bringing her face to mine, and she plunges her tongue into my mouth, as her back hits the mattress and our bodies crush together. The satisfied groan out of her tells me that I’m doing all the right things. My mouth can’t wait another second to taste her tits. And when my lips are on them, her back arches once again, like that was the answer to her unsaid request. They’re perfect,and her nipples are already beaded as the tip of my tongue teases her nipples and my lips suck them gently.

“God...Malcolm.” She breathes, desperate for her release. I suck harder and thrust faster, and she tightens instantly, coming at my mercy.

The bed squeaks happily under us as I fuck her mercilessly, bringing on a second orgasm almost instantly. This woman is more responsive to me than any other woman has been in the past. It’s like we’re meant to be together. Like we’ve been paired perfectly. Pelvis pushing into her, I lean up on my elbows, watching her breasts bob with our movement, and Steph wastes no time going in for the kill, wanting desperately to take me down with her. As her hands find my nipples, it’s like a bug to a bright light. I can’t slow down. I can’t put myself off track. So, instead, I find her clit with my thumb, and circle it, bringing her home a third time, this time with me.

As we climax together, both grunting and crying aloud in the silence, I realize how fucking good this feels. And I don’t just mean on a sexual level, either. This woman has been through hell and back as of late, and despite all the drama, she saw that she could help, and she did. It wasn’t a request. It was all her. Sure, she was somewhat motivated by her feelings for me, but no other woman has ever gone that distance for me. In fact, most women are more than ready to fuck me over given the chance, not the opposite.

Bodies still smoldering from lust, chests still heaving from exertion, I lay next to her, my eyes focused in the dark. “You are something else, lass.”

“Was I really that loud?” She chuckles playfully.

“No, not that.” I chortle. “You...going after Clare.”

She clears her throat. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to refer to her as ‘the bitch’. It does not have another name.”

“Fine by me.” I snuffle. “What made you go after her? Was it just your sense of an eye for an eye, or was it really because you know that she and I have fucked before?”

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