Page 175 of Screwged for Christmas

I reached for his cock and stroked the thickness through his pants.

“Damn, your hands are perfect on me. So fucking hot and eager, baby.”

My body shivered and he held me to him, our hearts racing. His huge cock pulsated between us, and my pussy ached to feel him sink every last hard inch into me. We both stood there and I could feel him second-guessing what just happened the longer the seconds ticked by.

But no way this was the end of it. I buried my fingers in his shirt and looked into his dark eyes. “You don’t have to be gentle with me, Gabriel. I want to be yours. No regrets. And if you want to bend me over,” I paused searching for the right words, “I’m ok if you want to spank my ass a little more.”

As I spoke my knees grew weak. I don’t know where all the brave sexy talk came from, but I liked this new side of me.

I whimpered when he palmed the back of my head and crushed our lips together. His tongue pushed past my lips to stroke possessively over mine and all my fears of him pulling away faded instantly.

He lowered his heavy weight into the chair, breaking our kiss, his hands gripping my waist.

He palmed my breasts working the heavy weight making my eyes roll shut and my mouth gasp open with pleasure.

We no longer needed the fire, we created our own heat. Every squeeze of his fingers sent another rush of blood to my already swollen nipples and the tiny shock of pain mixed with pleasure made me wither in his arms with need.

“Gabriel,” I pleaded. “Please. I want more of you.”

He created the most delicious warm feeling inside me.

“There’s no rush for us, baby. We have all the time in the world.”

Outside the blur of snow continued, but I couldn’t focus on that when the bear of a man in front of me hauled me up his body and walked us to the bed where his blanket lay spread out. One knee at a time he crawled us to the middle before spreading me out beneath him. With my legs draped over his thighs, I was wide open for the man I’ve dreamed about way before I had any business wanting him.

“I’m going to savor every inch of your virgin pussy, Ice Princess, but you need to be ready for me before I can take you.”

His lips found my neck and when his teeth grazed over the tender flesh, I arched into him, feeling the very hard flesh I desperately wanted inside me.

“Don’t make me wait, Gabriel, please.”

I shivered at the thought of Gabriel’s hard cock inside me riding me deep and fast. I’d waited long enough for this man.

Gabriel fisted his hand in my hair, tilting my head back.

“I know your pretty little clit is throbbing and hungry and those soft pussy lips are dripping with all your sticky-sweet juices.”

I shuddered under his weight, his filthy words making hot liquid drip down the crease of my ass to wet the blanket beneath us.

“Are you desperate for my cock, baby?” he murmured roughly.

My brain checked out long ago and I’m pretty much riding the lust train from here until forever. Not when he felt this good pressed overtop me. He made me want to melt, want to scream, beg, and plead all in the same breath. I never wanted to take a step off this ride. He made me feel treasured, wanted.

He pressed his lips against my ear, his hands around my wrists above my head. Between my legs his cock tented his pants he’d yet to shed sadly. “All of this is all for me and I’m going to make you scream.”

The faint sound of metal clicking hit my ears but what exactlyitwas didn’t register until I tried to move my arms when he crawled off of me.

“Gabriel? What the hell?”

“Do you trust me?”

With the sight of him standing at the end of the bed, a knee on the edge, his shirt hanging open, I had a hard time saying anything other than, “Yes.”

And I meant it.

Spread out and cuffed to the bed I watched him throw another piece of wood on the fire before walking across the room to my toiletry case.

Oh shit.

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