Page 182 of Screwged for Christmas

I gasped as our tongues collided, and when he pulled away he left me speechless. His cock rigid and ready to take me when he already had me just an hour before.

I tore at his suit jacket and button-down while he worked on his pants. It was not pretty or elegant but when we fell back on the bed and he pinned me beneath him, I blushed fiercely. With him staring down at me, I knew he could see how much I wanted him. Girl-cum spilled from my entrance to wet all of me and the bed.

He scooped me up and devoured my mouth, his shaft teasing me relentlessly.

“Naughty little brat,” he murmured, brushing those warm lips across mine before taking it deeper. And hard. He crushed our mouths together, claiming everything inside me with all of him. Nothing, not even air held us apart.

Gasping as our tongued gilded together, I had one thought I couldn’t shake. I broke our kiss.

“Roll over. I want to be on top.”

He did as I asked and the second his hands left my hips I bounded across the small apartment, grabbed the whipped cream, returning with a saucy smile and a wicked plan.

This was happening. Oh, God. Shaky hands and second-guessing plague me as I popped the container with a red ribbon open and scooped out a healthy amount of whipped cream.

Gabriel had his hands behind his head, that glorious cock of his hard and ready and begging me to lick it.

“Haven’t had enough cream, I see.” He reached down and stroked himself.

That husky voice of his drew my gaze to his as I climbed onto the bed and spread my sweet treat over the fat head of his dick. Taking the length in my hand I never took my eyes from his as I lowered my mouth.

“Mmm,” I moaned. So much sweetness and so much of Gabriel filled my mouth I didn’t know what to focus on more. So I did the next best thing and focused on the deep, guttural moans of pleasure each swipe of my tongue pulled from my bodyguard.

My tongue teased over the slit, the sensitive underside and swollen head before I took almost every pulsing inch of him into my mouth. He was too big to take him all in but he seemed to love it all the same.

“Evie, damn girl, that wicked tongue.” His hands fisted in my hair and he tensed, thrusting up into my mouth with shallow movements at first. But it’s not long before he worked me, hitting the back of my throat.

“So fucking gorgeous taking my cock in that hot, pretty mouth. Dirty brat.” He grunted and I feel him about to come down my throat if we don’t stop.

I sucked at his cock, ready for his cream but strong hands grabbed my hips and I am straddled overtop him before I have a chance to protest. “You look so beautiful with your lips swollen and chin wet from sucking me so good.”

His cock pushed against me and I cried out, my head dropping back. I’m more eager to take him inside my body than either of us anticipated.

I leaned forward, my hands on his massive chest, and settled myself over him, the head of his cock stretching me wide. Feeling my walls open for him and taking his throbbing length an inch at a time leaves me breathless.

I sank over him slowly until he was fully settled and I could feel his heavy balls resting against my ass.

Firm hands grip my hips and I started to move over him. I moaned wildly at the sound of our fucking filling the quiet room. Braced over him, I shimmied my hips, driving him deeper, and I’m creaming, making a mess out of the both of us from the need to fuck him harder, faster.

I panted in pleasure, loving the feel of his fingers gripping my hips so hard. With every downward thrust I gave, he flexed and met me with an equally eager need to have every hard inch of himself inside me.

My breasts bounced from the force of our thrusts meeting.

I swear the bright lights flashing outside our window and filling this entire town have nothing on the light show playing out behind my eyelids.

My hips rocked, and I’m grabbed at anything I could find to keep my balance with how hard he’s driving up into me. His shaft swells, spreading my channel wider, stretching my walls.

Holding me in his tight grip, Gabriel stroked a thumb over my clit, teasing me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Come for me, Ice Princess,” he commanded, and my pussy obeyed.

I screamed out my release, uncaring who heard us. Let them. My whole body quivered and shook with the power of my climax and I had no intentions of holding anything back. Not when it felt this good, this forbidden and this heavenly.

I came hard around his cock, and the last clench of my walls around him pushed my older lover into his own orgasm.

I looked down as pleasure melted over him.

White-hot ropes of milk shot into me. Pulse after pulse filled me up until his warm milk spilled.

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