Page 46 of Screwged for Christmas

Laced up from behind, my bodice squeezes my breasts together, creating a beautiful scene of silk on skin according to the wedding planner, but right now it feels more like an unwanted barrier.

Aron must feel the same way. His hand falls to the silk ties holding the contraption in place.

“Aron,” I murmur into his mouth and I’m lost in his taste but he understands what I need. The feel of his fingers working me lose forces all thoughts to the back of my mind.

“I can’t wait another second, Noella. I need to feel you. Have you in my hands, my milk smeared all over that sweet pussy. I need to know you’re mine and this isn’t a dream.”

Bliss. I never forgot the way he made me feel when he first kissed me. We talked of what it would be like to be together. To have a life of our own and then my mother ruined everything.

Not this time.

Not ever again.

One final tug and my bare breasts break free of their confinement. My nipples graze against the smooth exterior of his jacket as he spreads me over his lap with a knee on either side.

“Such beautiful nipples. So fucking pink and hard. Damn baby it’s a miracle I didn’t have to fight off half the city to get to you.” He dips his head and sucks a hard tip between his lips. “Beautiful and so fucking delicious.”

It’s been so long since anyone has touched me like this. I tried to date after being shipped across the world. But no one made my heart quicken or my body burn the way Aron does.

Like this, the only barrier between us is the fine silk strip of my thong and his pants. Sweet agonizing pain of not having him in me right now tears through me.

Anticipation boils through my veins and sends another wave of liquid to drench my channel.

Hands slide up my legs, under the strip of wet silk between my thighs and I’m shaking, trembling the second his callused thumbs stroke over my soft, bare pussy lips just shy of touching my aching clit.

I’m also shaking because now he knows. He feels how wet I am for him and it’s been close to six years since we came anything close to how we are now. Six months since we’ve seen each other.

If I want to be honest with myself, even then I wondered what could have been in our brief exchange. God, is it possible to cum from the mere idea of having him so close? Because I think I’m about to. My insides quiver and the rush of so many colliding emotions have the delicate seams holding me together weakening.

I rotate my hips over his cock and dig my nails into his shoulders.

“You’re dying for me to touch you, aren’t you? Make that pretty pussy cum. Ease some of the ache?”

“Please,” I beg. “I need to have you closer. I need to remember what it’s like to have you touching me.” Our gazes connect and I see the banked power and control he’s wielding over himself. He wants the same but he’s giving me time to accept the inevitable too.

I cry out when he rumbles a low chuckle instead of touching me where I need him most. “Now’s the time, baby. No going back. You and your beautiful pink nipples, delicious curves, and tight pussy are mine,” he teases against my lips as he traces the delicate line of my folds again, going no deeper.

I’m gasping into his mouth at his words and his actions. “Aron!” I whimper, heat shuddering through me. He nips my soft, lower lip between his teeth and moves the scrap of cloth between my legs to the side. As I drink in the sight of this powerful, beautiful man I know this is the right move for me. I can’t be responsible for my parents. This is my life, my happiness.

I shimmy my hips over him, grinding my throbbing sex against his swollen shaft and that’s all it takes. I’m suddenly spread over the back seat of the limo, my dress around my waist and my legs spread wide to fit the board shoulders of my next-door neighbor.

He skims his strong hands over my thighs. Curious fingers trace over the edge of my panties. First one side then the other. He tugs the dripping, wet piece of cloth covering me to the side and rims my tight channel with a finger. He continues further back and teases my asshole, spreading lubrication there too.

“So fucking wet and juicy. You’ve wanted me to take this little flower for a while haven’t you, baby? And here you were going to give what’s mine to another man.” Hetsks, shaking his head.

I swallow my protest because the man is right. I didn’t want to, but I didn’t see any other choice at the time. My eyes were wide shut, but he’s opened them to something I never thought possible. Me having power over my own life.

“You had all the time you needed to claim me,” I say haughtily.

“Not in your parents' eyes. I was not about to take your future away from you until I could give you the same or better.”

He probes my back entrance with enough pressure to have me gasping and writhing against the leather seat. No man had ever touched me there and that alone sends an explosion of heat barreling through me.

Rough hands tear at the sides of my bodice. Whatever amount of my dress still covering me is now torn away and my heavy breasts bounce fully free.

It’s been so long for the both of us. Watching his chest rise and fall with deep breaths it hot and turns me on even more. He’s lost in the sensations of having me all to himself and feeling him spread me wider is pure…bliss.

I sweep aside the sides of his suit jacket and clutch handfuls of his shirt. He leans over me now taking one nipple between hot lips before moving to the next. The second he pulls away I lightly pinch the tight peaks between my fingers and roll the wet tips as he looks on.

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