Page 48 of Screwged for Christmas

My whole body is shaking from the delicious shocks of pleasure and pain from his wide girth stretching my slick, tight virgin walls. The pressure inside me builds and as the final inch of his cock slides home I feel the tear and pop of him fully claiming me. I focused on the desire between us and the true feelings coursing through me for the man fully seated inside my body.

He’s so huge it takes a moment for me to catch even the slightest of breaths. My entire body trembles and I rock my hips a little to help the burn fade.

His strong hands on my hips tighten and force me to stop. “You’re a fucking virgin? My God, Noella, why didn’t you tell me? I could have hurt you.DidI hurt you?” The deep concern in his voice is sweet.

I turn to look at him and his once dark eyes are now sharp with concern, darker than I’ve ever seen them before and his lips are parted.

Our gazes connect over my shoulder and I fuse all of my heart and soul into my next words because nothing is truer at that moment. “There was never anyone I wanted more than you, Aron. No one I wanted to give myself to. So, I didn’t. And no, you didn’t hurt me.”

“Jesus, Noella. If I’d only known.”

He moves to pull out but I stop him with a hand over his.

“Don’t you dare stop.”

“Hell no, baby. There’s no turning back now. I have your virgin blood on my cock. You’re mine. Now let me make love to you and take away the pain. You’re the gift I never deserved but wanted more every day. I’ll never betray that.”

His voice is deep and strokes over me and the confidence in his tone is so damn hot.

I clench my velvety walls around him, letting him know I’m okay. He slips from me and slowly pushes back in.

His hands slip beneath the bunched material of my dress and he tightens a strong hold around my hips. With a little pressure, he angles me just right so when he sinks his fat cock inside my tight channel there is not a part of me left untouched by him.

Neither of us speaks for long moments, only taking in the moment shared between us. The exquisite sensations drowning my senses as he pounds into me, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Like he wants my body to know he owns it.

My pulse vibrates through my veins. I’m flushed with heat.

I peer back at my new lover and find a look of pure heat and desire on his face.

I buck wildly against him and I’m screaming my release before long.

He slows and reaches for something.

“Marry me, Noella?”

He pulls me up, my back to his front, his thick cock still wedged inside my pussy. He strokes me with slow thrusts. I wrap an arm around his neck and arch a little so he hits my sweet spot just right.

Fuuuck.He feels so damn good.

“Give me one last thing, your heart and make me the happiest man on this planet. I’ll cherish it like I do your body. More so.”

“God, yes, Aron. Yes!” I nearly scream my answer. He’s so big and throbbing inside me it’s a Christmas miracle I can talk, much less think. I turn to look in his eyes and a shadow crosses his face. Fear of what could have been, I assume.

His slow thrusts go deep and I’m coming close to another release, but I don’t have to think about my answer. Not when my heart knows it for me. IknowI want this. I want him and whatever our future will be.

Aron wraps a strong arm around my breasts and the delicious friction against my sensitive peaks is perfect. My body tingles and my release sits just out of reach. Another few strokes of his veined shaft and I’ll cum all over again.

Aron pulls something from his pocket.

“What are you doing?” I ask, wide-eyed. “What do you need a cell phone for?”

“Making this official.”

A couple of rings and a deep voice comes over the speaker of Aron’s cell phone. He tosses it on the seat beside me and I’m looking into a set of green eyes.

“A priest?” I shriek. “And on Facetime?” My mouth drops open but the man dressed in all black only waves.

My face turns a furious color of red.

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