Page 314 of Screwged for Christmas

“So, good,” she heard herself say. “So...so good.”

She buried her hands in his hair and held him to her. Biting her lip she held back a scream as the first of her orgasm flashed through her. No warning. No build-up, just instant release and it left her body trembling beneath his.

Her back arched and he used that moment to wrap an arm around her.

“I want to hear your screams, Ivy Sunday. Don’t dare hold anything back from me. They’re mine. You’re fucking mine.”

He increased his speed, fucking her faster and harder through her release. Her head fell back and with each thrust her breasts bounced, her whole damn body bounced from the force he used to fuck her.

Ivy wondered briefly if it was always this good or had they gotten better with age?

But she didn’t get to follow that thought. Aspen made sure of it by reaching between them and pinching her throbbing clit.

She screamed. Fires burst to life and this time when her orgasm hit the explosive release tore through her so hard her pussy clamped down over his hard shaft and milked her fireman of every last drop of cum. The first ribbon of seed filled her and when his masculine grunt hit her ears another wave of release rippled through her body.

Her thighs clenched and she tightened her arms around him, not wanting to let go as jet after thick jet of cum filled her tight hole.

She fought for air and he wasn’t doing much better than her when he gently laid her back down on the bed long moments later.

Gripping her waist, he watched as he pulled his spent cock from her body. “I’m done for. God, Ivy Sunday, baby, you look beautiful dripping my cum from that tight hole.”

His cock turned rock hard again as he fed her pussy his spilled milk.

Her whole world is on the brink of shattering under his gentle care. Her whole body rippled with the need he stoked inside her. Something told her this was the beginning. Of what she didn’t know, but there was no going back from here.

From the side table, her phone buzzed breaking the bubble to their little world they’d slipped into.

“C’mere, baby. Everyone else can wait a second.” Phone forgotten, his lips are hot and hard on hers and she was left breathless when he finally pulled away. She growled and rocked her hips, letting him know she was ready for more. She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his slicked-up cock and brought it to her dripping wet entrance. Panting and shivering she brought her heels to his ass and gave a little push.

“Bad girl, already horny for more of her cock.”

“I’m not the only one,” she said and squeezed, making him growl into her mouth. But the world was determined to interrupt them and probably for the better. Her phone shrilled against and this time continued.

“I’ll be right back.”

She watched as Aspen slipped from the bed, his shaft heavy with need again between his legs. He disappeared into the bathroom only to come back seconds later with a wet cloth to clean her.

She plucked her phone up. “Jon. Probably wondering if I burned down the B&B yet.”

Aspen chuckled as he helped her up from the bed. “Well, we did start one fire.”

She was pretty sure the box of emotions she locked away for the man leaning her of his milk that very second had officially sprung open.

Now what?

“You’re thinking too loud, baby.”

Was she? She thought maybe all thought had left her brain because now that she had her feet back on the ground, maybe what they did wasn’t such a hot idea after all.

Aspen helped her from the bed before quickly dressing. “Don’t overthink, sweetheart. That’s not going to help you in the end. I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

“Okay.”

With movements that flirted with warp speed, she tidied up her disheveled bed and bolted downstairs. Three steps past the kitchen archway and Ivy skidded to a stop.

Holy shit. Aspen worked fast while she’d slept in this morning.

“You didn’t waste time, did you?”

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