SCOTTISH ROMANCE: My Sinful Surrender to a Highlander Werewolf (Scottish Werewolf Pregnancy Romance) (Historical Medieval Shape Shifter Paranormal Science Fiction Short Stories)

by Fiona Knightingale

  And that was the kind of problem she knew how to solve.

  She moved in close and leaned up against him, pinning him against the wall and unzipping his fly. She could tell right away the touch of her hand escalated his breathing. She slowly pushed her fingers through the hole watching his facial expression; magnetic attraction, his white skin flushed with passion. It wasn’t the craving of a lonely man. Just the desire of a man who had never seen a natural African beauty in all her glory.

  “What are you…” he felt obliged to say, playing just a little dumb. But he shuddered as Tonya snuck her fingers inside and felt around until she grabbed his covered bulge. She began stroking his penis between the material, massaging it until she felt it grow to full capacity.

  She made sure that he looked at her. Kept his eyes open. She was testing him to see just how much soul he could give her. She pulled his cock out of his briefs and brought it outside his fine suit pants. She began stroking it. Not like a girl but like a woman who knew what she was doing.

  Yeah, Tonya knew what men wanted and how to give it to them. And she never gave freebies…until now. She choked his dick a little bit faster and smiled, rolling her eyes back in pleasure and licking her lips, as she felt his veins stretch and grow in her hand.

  “Shhhh…” she reassured, using her other arm to hold him in place, making sure he knew not to try to stop this from happening. Once a man dared to cross paths with her, there was no return to a normal life!

  She moistened up his cock with some precum and jacked it harder, stroking Carl till he was out of breath.

  He pushed his hand out to lean on the wall, grabbing her forearm in desperation. She didn’t relent. Upon seeing his weakness she stared him straight in the face and buttered up his sensitive prick, pushing him closer to the edge .

  “Aaaahhh…” he sighed loudly. “What are you doing to me.”

  She strengthened her grip and stroked his shaft hard and rapidly, until she started smacking his tight balls with the cup of her hand.

  “Ohhhh God…gonna make me…”

  He grabbed her in a hug and brought her face to his chest, but that only made her iron grip stroke faster.

  “Mmmm!” he grunted as he squeezed and jerked until he came right in her hands, shooting a big nasty load of sperm all over the super clean floors.

  He kept spurting out droplets as she continued stroking him, making sure his erection weakened. He inhaled deeply and let go of her, eventually moving away from her tough grip.

  “Mister G, Mister G,” she laughed. “Looks like you made a mess. Guess your secretary is going to have to clean it up.”

  “I’ll do it…” he said, dizzy and spaced out.

  “Wow, that’s so independent of you,” Tonya said with a sarcastic smile as she left the bathroom and went on her merry way.

  Carl recovered from the surprise hand job and smiled, not knowing whether he had a girlfriend, bribe or was just pleased to meet the acquaintance of a very efficient woman.

  All things considered, that was the best way to save a friendship. Damn, he thought, if I had one of those for every friendship I lost…I’d have just about enough to buy a cup of coffee.

  She tried to lay low, but there was not stopping a Gillispi when he “tasted oil” and the taste of Tonya’s sex had him hollering and pointing like a real prospector, that’s for sure. He sent her more harassing, adoring and just plain horny messages on that mail order bride site. He was rich as fuck, sure, but somehow he had promise in his voice. The kind of cool, sexy cowboy who could look a girl in the eye and say he’s good with one night, or you know, a mail order bride arrangement. Whatever. He wasn’t a dumb old block either. He was deceptively cunning. He was always thinking one step ahead. But damned if she could figure out what his secret agenda was in all this. Maybe sometimes a rich southern gentleman just wants some black pussy.

  The more she tried to fight the idea of him owning her, or trying to romance her, or con her…the more she thought about him. Thought about how good it felt to be desired. Thought about how nice it would be, you know, in a perfect world, to be with a man who was strong, independent and could ensure she would never have to worry about late payments ever again.

  No, she thought harshly at herself. I’m too proud. I can’t let a man own me. But what about what Gillispi said about giving myself to a foreign man? Why is he any different?

  Maybe it was the whole idea of submitting to a rich man. She had no problem surrendering to an equal; letting a player feel in charge. But a powerful man, a man on top of the world who could make or break an entire city…it felt like a betrayal.

  She even started to write a letter. To tell him it was over, that he deserved better and she deserved better. Maybe he even helped her to realize that mail order briding herself to some unworthy man wasn’t the way. Yeah that sounded right…

  But she never wrote that letter.

  In fact, she tossed and turned in her apartment all night thinking about him, and telling herself not to stroke thinking of his face. It felt wrong. It felt like betrayal…it felt like…

  Suddenly there was a knock on the front door. She opened it without thinking twice, having a good intuition of what she would see. There stood Carl, lust in his eyes and without the faintest smidge of apology. Like a wolf picking up a scent, he just chased after her and leered at her blue nightgown. Without a word, he pushed her inside her apartment, not quite sure what was going to happen except that he needed to quench his desire.

  She eyed him in hesitation but dared not turn him away. She felt his aggression and purred inside, letting him in and stepping back. He closed the door behind them. Then he walked boldly ahead, pushing her into the nearest wall so he could get a firm grip on her frame.

  She embraced him and they kissed, his lips sucking in hers and moistening up, draining the oxygen between them. He pinned her against the wall but still couldn’t get close enough; he pushed his hard erection into her pelvis, the thin layer of pants barely concealing what he had. He grabbed both of her hands and backed them into the wall, still shoving his covered prick into her midsection, mad with passion and struggling to have sex like a gentleman.

  Finally, he dropped his hands and hers, enough to tear open her gown, which seemed to glow in the night sky’s moonlight. He reached down and kissed her chest, letting his warm lips caress her skin, as he moved downward. He pulled her breast out from her bra and kissed her nipple, falling lower to the ground and then to his knees.

  She hummed as he kissed her sumptuous breasts and then traced a path from her chest down to her tummy. She sighed so deeply she almost hissed, and grabbed his thick head of hair as he teasingly kissed her pelvis.

  “Wait…wait…” she whispered, as she wrestled with his lips, still so eager to taste her fruit. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  “I want you now,” he said forcefully, as he pulled down her panty and set his lips upon her neat patch of pubic hair.

  She sighed deeply, and threw her arms back to the wall, hoping to maintain balance, even while Carl ravaged her like madness. He spread her legs apart and found her clit, carefully licking it to the side.

  She inhaled deeply and took her finger to her mouth, biting down as his tongue continued setting fire to her senses. She grabbed his head and pushed him in deeper, giving him more of what he wanted, shoving more wet pussy into his face.

  Her clit throbbed and became thicker, all the more taste to enjoy. He licked faster and used his hands to caress her breast and reach around to feel her glorious ass.

  She finally broke away from his worshiping tongue and eyed him in hunger. She walked backwards, leading the fucking dog to his treat. She entered her bedroom and fell on the bed. But she knew what he really wanted. She turned over on her tummy and smiled, licking her fingers and humming.

  Carl ripped what was left of the gown off and grabbed her juicy ass, squeezing and kissing it with angry little kisses and gentle bites. He kissed every last inch of her tight b
uttcheeks and then let his loose lips travel to her tail bone up to the small of the back.

  He smacked her ass hard, and she yowled, a good hot boil of a scream, like the white boy loved to hear. Her every cry and moan was so musical, bubbling over with rhythm and the taste of her pussy was divine. He shoved his face into her ass and licked her pussy up and down until his face was wet, and his nose was grazing her beautiful asshole.

  She moaned hard as she grabbed the sheets and rocked the bed, shifting back and giving him more ass to munch on. His cock was throbbing. He pulled down his pants and stroked himself until he was fully erect, so hard that it hurt. He pushed himself inside her wet pussy and didn’t stop pushing forward until he watched himself disappear into those firm lips.

  His cock was thick and long, filling her up and pushing against her skin folds, softly vibrating against her pink flesh. He moved his cock inside and out, steeping himself in her wetness and then feeling the cold air of the night, before plunging back in loving the sound of her steady chanting.

  She arched her back while he fucked her, prompting him to grab her hair and hold right, increasing the speed of his pussy pounding.

  “Ohhh!” she screamed. “Mmmm Mister Gillipsi,” she said with a naughty smile. It felt hot to call him by his full name. Treat him like a rich husband who just bought her wifehood for life. He fucked her like he owned her, like his billion dollar cock was the only thing saving her from a life of hardship.

  “Unngh!” he grunted and she screamed back, feeling the same emotion, the same submission he wanted from her.

  But of course he wasn’t going to say it. That’s not classy, he figured. But maybe…maybe she should say it.

  “You tell me how you like it, bitch,” he said, surprised at how much tension he let go, calling her names and fucking her twice as hard.

  “Ohhh God yes!” she screamed back. “Fuck me like you mean it!”

  “Huh? You like that big cock, sista?” he asked, feeling more tension rise and his sweat increasing. His cock was getting so hard his whole body tingled. “Tell me how you want it.”

  “MMmm! Uh huh, uh huh!” she cried, as he slapped his balls against her lap, giving her all ten inches of his hard dick in rapid succession. “Ohh yeah gimme your fucking white cock, white boy! Feed it to me deep…”

  He groaned, not just from her tight pussy clench but from her throaty voice, choking on her own spit and ready to give him the screaming orgasm he wanted to hear. He shoved her down flat on the bed and stroked his wet cock hard. He turned her over on her back and made her watch his rapid stroking.

  “Spread your legs, woman.”

  “Oh? You going to try something white boy?”

  He tossed her legs down and spread them, getting a good full shot of that beautiful black pussy. He entered her missionary style and made sure his cock went in deep—so deep he could feel the ridges, the deepest parts of her sensitive walls.

  She panted and groaned, reaching over and squeezing his slippery ass, wanting him even deeper inside.

  “Fuck it, white boy!” she said, gasping loudly as she rubbed his face and sweaty forehead against her tits. He sucked on her nipples, one right after the other, while he plugged her hole, licking like chocolate nipples with a virgin’s enthusiasm.

  He felt his cock stiffening and starting to spasm. Seeing his crush quaking with passion and her jiggling tits, was wearing out his stamina. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed himself in at a slower stroke.

  But she was demanding, always was, and before long told him to fuck her harder and faster—even if that meant cumming like a water spout.

  “Aaahhh!” he bellowed so thick and buried inside of her, he couldn’t even withdraw all the way if he tried. He obeyed her panting orders and drove his cock deep and hard inside, fucking her as fast as his balls could slap her.

  “We should stop,” she finally said with a little hesitance.

  “Why?”

  “I’m not on anything…”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah,” she moaned, still clutching his butt and pulling him tighter and closer.

  “Nothing?”

  “No.”

  “I better pull out huh?”

  “Uh huh…” she said half-heartedly. Desiring nothing but to feel him finish.

  “Or else I’ll give you a half-white baby, huh? Is that what you want?”

  “Aaahh…” she said giving away her secret fetish. A white man fucking her and getting her pregnant—that was the taboo she needed to get off.

  “Is that what you want?” he said dominantly. “Filling you with my seed? Going to cum all that white sperm inside you?”

  “Oh Jesus!” she said, tremoring in the bed. “Yes! Make me pregnant…make me pregnant. Gimme a belly…gimme your white cummm…”

  “Ohhh here it comes…” he moaned, but not before Tonya reached under and put her fingers straight into his asshole.

  “Ohhh Christ! What the fu-?”

  Before he could even finish, he was already spurting out a stream of cum, unloading a whole goddamn cup’s worth of sperm deep into her fertile pussy lips.

  “Ohhh I’m cumming…” he said, keeping his eyes open and staring into hers, his body shaking with each new cumshot he delivered.

  “Ohh yeah make me cum!” she yelled, creaming his cock with an orgasm of her own and biting his hairy chest with all that she had left.

  “Holy shit,” he said, still dripping sperm everywhere inside and out, as he withdrew an collapsed on the bed.

  She huffed and puffed too, literally feeling his semen soak her insides, as getting pregnant had a sound or a distinct buzzing sound. She knew at that moment she was going to have his baby. A beautiful mixed race baby. His baby.

  Yeah it was partly about his wealth, his protective hand. But it was also more than that. Gillipsi really was somebody different. A good man and an honest man. And a helluva good fuck.

  They sat in the afterglow for long lazy moments, soaking in each other’s skin. And during those intimate moments of mine, Tonya just had to know.

  “Be honest now. Why do you like the sisters, G?”

  He laughed, taking another peek at her wonderful naked chest and smiling expression.

  “Do I need a reason?”

  “I said be honest. It all starts somewhere.”

  “Maybe. I do remember one time…” he said nodding and holding his head. “A long time ago, at one my dad’s business meetings. I was just a preteen, had no good idea what anything was, certainly no idea what was happening in the world. All I really knew was that Karla was the prettiest woman I had ever seen. She was black. She always wore pretty dresses. She always had the softest cutest and most enthusiastic voice. I used to see her in church every Sunday and would love it when she came over to talk to me.”

  “Karla, huh?”

  “Yeah. Then one day, my asshole of an uncle told me that Karla was gone. Told me to forget that I ever saw her. I asked why, I dared to ask why. The man looked me in the eye and told me she was a no good whore. They found out she was an escort. They arrested her for some shit, some ludicrous reason. Just because they could. No…”

  He shook his head in disdain. “Just because she was caught with a white man. That’s probably what it was,” he said with a nod. “My family tried to tell me something was wrong with Karla. For years they tried to scare me, telling her what a whore and slut she was. They preached righteously about how segregation was wrong, but they felt no need to protect Karla, just because she was an escort. Fucking hypocrites. But even back then…even as a kid I knew. I knew what she was, despite what they tried to tell me. She was just a real nice lady. A beautiful lady. And she was always nice to me. She was nice to everybody that had the decency to speak to her like a human being and not judge her.”

  “I see.”

  “To me it didn’t matter if she did it because she had to or just wanted to. It was just Karla and that was her choice. Little did my Uncle know that he did teach me
a very important lesson. That everybody matters. Nobody deserves to be treated like a second class citizen. I learned a long time ago it’s what you’ve done in the past that counts. What matters is the good person you are now. How you treat people. We all struggle. We all need each other to help us when we fall down.”

  “I know you need help, Mister Gillipsi,” she said with a tease. “Your kind always does. You have a big heart…but don’t have anyone that understands you.”

  He smiled. “All I know is, that for the first time since that day when I last saw Karla, I have truly beheld someone beautiful. You’re beautiful, Tonya. You’re tough as nails. You don’t let people talk down to you. And you work hard for all you get, even if you got to do the jobs you don’t like. Maybe like a lot of people, you just need a second chance. Someone who believes in you.”

  She stared at him in wonder and with a nervous smile.

  “Will you become my mail order bride?”

  She smiled, teethy and beautiful, her heart on her sleeve and basking in the glow of love. “Yes, Carl. I will.”

  They kissed one last time; it was a grand feeling of true intimacy, empathy and redemption for the man who had everything but needed a soul. In Tonya, he found his greatest opportunity.

  THE END

  Stolen by a Highlander

  Chapter One

  “Fetch me my ale!” Angus hollered, slamming his thick fist on the solid wooden table. Freya scurried into the kitchen to fetch her husband’s tankard, her long red hair flowing behind her. “Idiot woman!” Angus’s voice followed her.

  “I’m sorry, husband, I did not expect you to return quite so soon.” She looked down at the ground as she answered him timidly. Angus lifted his eyes up to her and a scarlet rage spread in to his cheeks.

  “Whoring yerself to the village, eh?” As he spoke spittle collected in his beard. Freya looked down to the hard stone ground, not daring to look up, and shook her head.

  “No, husband.”