Six feet and seven inches of tall, wiry muscle marches towards you. A kilt swaying with each sure step and a rust red beard framing his strong, masculine features. This huge man’s hard blue eyes look you up and down, drinking in the sight of his woman.

Before you can say anything, you find yourself thrown over his shoulder with one strong arm, a big hand giving your ass a firm smack as he carries you to his bed. Your pants and underwear are already down by the time you arrive, and you feel that huge, warm hand groping and kneading your cheeks.

Once the clothing of your lower body is fully discarded, he hoists you up onto his shoulders, filling his face with your pussy. You feel his hot breath against your moistening lips as he pushes you up against the wall.

He starts with quick, playful licks around the edges if your clit and labia, gentle and teasing. You'd squeeze your thighs around his head, losing your composure as he moves on to slow, broad licks up and down those delicious lips. He makes sure you feel the pressure of his warm, wet tongue against every sensitive fold.

Several minutes pass as you clutch his blonde hair with a tense, white knuckled grip. By the time he stops your left squirming in his grasp, desperate and needy and hungry for more. And more is exactly what you get.

Now struggling to contain his building lust, your new Scottish beast dives in and gives you a full-on tongue fucking. Your lips are forced apart and you feel yourself filled with hot wetness. You can’t help but grind your pussy against his face, pushing his tongue as deep as possible as it slides in and out with hunger fueled aggression.

This continues with no sign of letting up until your right on the edge of orgasm, your legs spasming and squeezing tight around his head. Then he stops, and you find yourself denied the relief you so desperately need.

You look down frustrated, but that gives way to trepidation as you see the look on your Scotsman’s face. Instinct has taken over, and his eyes are filled with hunger. An animalistic lust. The urge to breed, to fuck his woman full of his warm, thick seed has possessed him.

He slides you down, never taking his eyes from yours as he holds your weight easily in his hands. Your brought to a stop. Mouth to mouth, chest to chest, legs are spread wide and pinned back by his hips.

The room holds its breath. Then your Scotsman lunges forward, pressing his mouth to yours in an overwhelming, dominating kiss. There's no contest as his tongue wrestles yours into submission, pinning it down as he explores your mouth. This coupled with a firm squeeze to one of your breasts makes clear the complete ownership the man has over you in this moment.

This is a kind of masculine energy with an almost dangerous edge to it. It is rarely handled well, needing a true man to control it. But here we see a rare exception. Beneath the lustful growls and manhandling is a gentleness to his touch. A care to not push too far, and a responsiveness to your body language that reveals a deep focus on your pleasure.

This gentle giant cradles you in one arm with ease, pressing you against the wall as he kneads your breasts thoroughly. His thumb trails playfully around your areola, moving in to tease and stimulate your stiff nipples.

The heat of your bodies pressed together is almost too much to bear, especially down near your nethers. You can feel sheer desire burning through your pussy, dripping and hungry, pent up and unsatisfied from your lovers cruel teasing.

The warmth and of a thick Scottish dick pressed against your lower abdomen is perhaps the hardest thing to ignore however. It throbs against you, the weight pressing right above your womb, its heat spreading through you as your Scotsman grinds against you.

He pulls back from his deep kiss, a thin trail of saliva connecting the two of you as he looks into your eyes. The hardness in his sky-blue gaze seems softer now, and you can that he's looking one final time for confirmation that you wish to continue.

With a slight nod from you he wastes no time in diving down and taking a breast in his mouth. He sucks, bites and licks, playing with your sensitive chest every way he knows how. It's clear he's done teasing as he moves from one breast to the other. His free hand moves to cup your cheek lovingly as his grinding intensifies.

For a moment he stiffens, seeming to reach a crescendo of pleasure before pulling himself back from the brink. He knows he can't lose himself to his lust before the true pleasure has even begun. He needs to fill you. To leave a permanent signature that can't be mistaken. To claim you as his own in the most complete and intimate way imaginable.

Then you feel his hips shift back. His member dragging down your abdomen, precum beading on its broad tip as it descends. His free hand follows, trailing down your neck, under arm and over hip to grip your ass as he adjusts the angle of your hips.

Your body now prepared to suit his needs, his hips press forward. His thick cockhead presses between your lips, spreading them apart just the slightest bit as the intimate dance between man and woman begins...

To be continued?