Page 128 of Screwged for Christmas

I was a strong man, but Holly on her knees in my castle corridor was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.

There was no way I was letting her go. I would never again walk down this hall without remembering the sound of her excited little moans.

“Holly.” I groaned.

She slowly advanced her mouth, taking more and more of me until the head of my cock hit the back of her throat.

It was heaven. I closed my eyes, letting the sensations of her lips around me flood my body like an electric storm. The pleasure was everywhere.

Then she started to suck. First, she took gentle little sucks, then she applied herself to the task in earnest. Her mouth wet with my cock was the only sound in the hall other than the Christmas carols drifting in from the ballroom. I could develop a real fondness for holiday music with Holly around.

Her little moans only increased my own pleasure. How could I possibly let her go? Yet how could I entice her to stay?

“Holly, you better stop if you don’t want me coming in your sweet mouth.”

Her reply was to suck harder.

My fingertips lightly held her head, loving how silky hair brushed my hands. My orgasm was so powerful that my knees buckled. Ribbons of my hot cum shot down her throat. As I emptied my load, and Holly swallowed every drop.

But I was determined to fill her pussy again. I never thought I’d have to work so hard to gain my duchess, but at least I didn’t mind applying myself to the task.

She pulled back, replacing her mouth with her hand slowly stroking me. She sucked away every last drop. Looking up at me, lust shining brightly in her eyes, she said the last thing I expected. “I finally know what you men wear under your kilts now.”

CHAPTER 8

HOLLY

“Fuck, woman, you’re going to be the death of me,” Malcolm whispered.

He gathered me in his arms and pressed me against the wall as his hands at my hips gathered up the folds of my dress.

When my dress was bunched around my waist, Malcolm hoisted me up, holding my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“You’re flexible.” He chuckled against my lips.

“This is nothing,” I whispered back.

No matter how much I tried to pretend otherwise, it was heaven to be back in Malcolm’s arms. I’d missed this though it was only hours ago he had me in his arms.

I craved him. It was like our one night together created a need in me that I didn’t know how to fill until I found myself back in his life.

He swore softly as I raked him with my fingertips.

He’d positioned himself, so one hand was under my ass, anchoring me to him while his other hand was free to stroke down my ass. He paused at my asshole. I stiffened with surprise.

“Oh, yes, Holly. I want every part of you. I’m going to taste every part of you. And if I didn’t have a castle full of guests, I’d do everything that we both need. But right now, I’m going to give us a bit of relief until later.”

I nodded, weak with desire for him. He said exactly what I wanted to hear, he was going to claim every part of me.

He dipped his fingers lower into the fold of my pussy, sliding one finger inside me to stroke me. “Always so wet, Holly.”

“Please,” I begged.

He added a second finger. The sound of my wet pussy sucking on his fingers made me more excited. I moaned and clung to him.

I reached for his already hard cock, slipping my hand over his smooth round head. It was wet with precum. He flexed hard into my hand.

“I want you inside me now,” I begged.

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