Page 119 of Screwged for Christmas

She grew quiet. I could hear her brain churning with her tendency to overthink.

I slapped her ass again, this time teasing her clit at the same time.

She stiffened in surprise again, but then she immediately arched her back, pushing her ass higher in the air.

I smiled. Holly liked it. A lot.

But I was going to make her say it.

“Holly, tell me.”

A shuddering breath and finally, “Yes.”

Interesting. Holly could be submissive physically, but admitting it out loud would be more difficult for her. That didn’t worry me. That just meant I could bring her even greater pleasure by combining words and actions.

I’d been jerking off to the memory of her reacting to my filthy talk in her bed in New York for months.

I slapped her other ass cheek. “Yes, what?”

She paused. “Yes, please.”

I leaned over her. My chest touched her back as I whispered in her ear. “Try again.”

Her shock was a palpable thing. Her body had softened at the contact with my chest. Now she stiffened.

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Good girl.” I ran the tip of my tongue along the rim of her ear. “Tell me what you want, Holly.”

“Fuck me.” She dropped her head down again and arched her back. Her ass pressed against my raging cock.

I laughed darkly. “That’s a given, Lass.” My cock was so damn rigid, and my balls were tight.

I dragged the tip of my cock along the seam of her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re wet.” Slowly, I inserted the head of my cock in her sheath. Pleasure made me dizzy with the need to see my milk spill from her. The desire to sink myself fully inside her overwhelmed me. I closed my eyes, fighting for control. She’d been a virgin when I fucked her. That tight little cunt of hers needed tender care.

Her pussy muscles held the head of my cock inside her. She pushed her ass against me, taking more of me.

With a roar, I grabbed her hips and thrust balls deep inside her in one smooth glide. The force propelled her forward, and if I hadn’t been holding onto her, she would have collapsed.

“Yesss.” Holly hissed.

I hadn’t fucked anyone without a condom before her, and the sensations threatened to overwhelm me. I could feel every bit of her holding me tight inside her. It was heaven, and I wanted to stay there forever, but I knew I could bring her a pleasure she’d never known before.

I pulled back until only the head of my cock remained inside her.

“Please,” she cried, her voice rising to a wail at the loss of me inside her.

This woman was made for serious fucking. I thanked my lucky stars that I’d found her, and that I was her first.

The thought of not being her only lover filled me with a possessive rage.

“Please, what Holly?”

“Please fuck me.” She paused. “Your Grace.”

Of fuck. It was the first time in my life that my title brought me pleasure.

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