Page 232 of Screwged for Christmas

“Easy baby. Let me do this for you. Let me make it good as it can be.”

He stroked the blunt head of his cock over the sensitive bud before pulling back through her slick pussy. His thighs pressed into hers. Broken breaths stole from her lips.

The fold of her sex spread wide to accept his thickness but he didn’t penetrate, only teased. Prickling tingles along her senses sent waves of excitement down her spine.

Ivy jerked when she turned to watch Damon over her shoulder as his hands spread her ass wide for his hungry gaze.

He flipped her, wound her legs around him and guided his shaft to her core. He pressed forward, sinking into her and she let out a soundless moan as his girth stretched her, filled her and shot a pleasurable pain through her body. She sucked in a hard breath and her pulse accelerated.

He gripped her curves lightly and pulled out before driving back into her with a gentle thrust, fully claiming her tight, virgin pussy as his. All his. She wound her arms around him, pulled him close until she had his lips on hers. They swallowed each other’s breaths and for that one precious moment she felt wanted, cherished and craved more than the air they breathed.

She dug her heels into him until every last inch of his shaft felt the clench of her channel.

He stilled. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked into the crook of her shoulder. He dusted kisses across the heated flesh and she groaned from the sheer torture of having his lips on her and him not moving inside her.

“Again,” she groaned, rocking her hips.

He delivered on her demand, slowly picking up speed. She could do nothing but hold on and meet each stroke until everything inside her collided with a wave of blue energy. Her eyes slipped closed and behind her lids sheets of electricity rippled and shimmered.

And then it hit her.

So much pleasure the amount of raw need tumbled her into the midst of unknown territory as the surge of pressure in her core exploded with an orgasm that threatened to pull her under the blanket of darkness that danced along the fringes of her vision.

Her lips parted on a breathless moan.

His hold tightened. “Angel, come for me. I can’t hold on much longer.”

She didn’t know how or understand why but her body heeded his command. The ripples turned to a single tidal wave of ecstasy as her orgasm swallowed her whole.

Damon’s arms wrapped around her. For the briefest moment the world beyond ceased to exist, and then his muscles trembled beneath her hands and roared his release. Hot spurts filled her spasming core, tightened around him and milked his cock for every last drop of come.

A second wave blindsided her. Pulled her under and she let go. Slipped beneath the wave of ecstasy?

Blackness cocooned her, and she faintly heard herself scream as her second climax slammed into her head-on.

Damon’s gentle voice roused her from her bliss, and she lifted her eyes to see him gazing down at her with a softness to his eyes.

“Come back to me, angel.”

The heat of Damon’s body pressing into hers registered. Leaning over her, he nuzzled her neck as her eyes slowly opened.

“WOW!” she could barely breathe. “My body. Oh my God. I still feel…”

“High,” he voiced her thoughts with a rueful grin. He pulled her down with him as he withdrew from her body. Nestled close she rolled over and sprawled across his chest.

She nodded and the friction of his body heat against her cheek, her chest, her entire body made her want to never move from his touch.

Ivy propped herself up on her elbow and traced a finger along the light dusting of hair on Damon’s chest. “I’m glad you were my first.” She leaned into his embrace a little closer and let her eyes slip closed as he tightened his arms around her. Rapid thumping in her ear brought a smile to her face as she realized his heart rate matched her own frantic one.

“Thank you for such a precious gift, angel.”

Quiet grew around them and sleep wasn’t far off when she heard him rumble the last word she expected from him

“Stay.”

She rose from where she laid to see him scrape a hand through his mussed hair. Fear ate at him and reflected in his tight muscles. Everything in her wanted to squelch it for him, but if he thought something longer between them could happen, she needed to put a stop to that and fast. She couldn’t have him thinking this was the start of something.

“You would love it here. It’s a little wild but it grows on you after a while.” Her heart dropped the longer he spoke. “Maybe after you graduate...” he left his statement open-ended as he slid away from the bed. From her.

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