Page 51 of Screwged for Christmas

“Hey, baby, everything okay? Is the baby okay?”

At first, I keep the focus on my face as I blow air kisses to my husband. “Everyone is fine.” Slowly, I pull the phone back until all of me is showing. I watch as he takes in every last leaf of mistletoe and my cream-tipped tits.

“Fuck, you reduce me to a drooling man every time.”

I laugh softly and I rest a hand on my round, swollen belly. “Our mothers have left and I’m all alone in this big apartment with no one to warm me up. And I’m horny,” I purr, pursing my lower lip out in a frown for good measure.

The dark laugh that filters through the speakers sends a rush of chills through me. “Don’t you dare move. I’m almost home now.”

Only a few seconds pass before I hear the elevator bell ring and I see my husband step from the doors already loosening his tie. Each step he takes I marvel at the way his muscles flex and bulge. Lucky doesn’t begin to describe how I feel knowing we belong to one another. He tosses his briefcase to the side along with his tie and starts popping buttons on his shirt.

Married life suits my husband and I know he’ll be just as an attentive father as he is a husband to me. A day never goes by he doesn’t find a way to show me how much he cherishes what we share together. Whether it’s with coffee in bed, unexpected deliveries of flowers when he has to work late or a simple foot massage in the evenings.

And of course, making sure I’m satisfied. That he does in spades.

No one ever told me by the time I made it to the tail end of my third trimester I would be constantly horny and in need of my man.

I spread my thighs ever so slightly and shift the sprig of mistletoe I placed there until I know he can see my how excited I am as he approaches.

I take a dollop of cream from my nipple and spread it over my clit and he’s on his knees, head buried between my thighs licking me clean. No hello, no kiss. Just straight to work pleasuring me. The mistletoe thrown to the side.

“Santa’s here baby, but I’m the one wanting my gifts.”

My pussy grips the girth of one finger and then a second as he works them in and out of me. Hot lips suck my clit and I’m screaming into our apartment, thankful no one can hear us.

“That’s what I want. All of it. Don’t hold back.”

He presses the hard tip of his callused thumb against my back entrance and I’m seeing stars all over again. All day my body has been on high heat needing to find release, but I waited for this. And it was so worth it.

My climax rushes through me and Aron groans his approval as he licks my girl-cum up like a starved man.

He’s on his knees kissing my belly gently as I glide down from my orgasm. “Think we’ll have a Christmas arrival?”

My hands find their way into his hair. “I don’t think so. All is calm. Besides I’m not due until a little after New Year—”

His mouth is on mine before I can finish and I moan at the taste of my juices on his tongue.

He spreads his knees a little, widening mine, his veined, throbbing shaft in hand. Rivulets of hot seed drip from the tip and I lick my lips for a taste. I’ve sucked him off countless times over the past year of marriage and I know for a fact I’ll never get tired of him between my lips.

I don’t know when he lost his pants and shirt, maybe when I was coming down from my climax, but damn I’m still left breathless by the sight of my jock and all his muscles.

“How about you drink Santa’s milk this year and I eat the cookies?”

I open wide and moan as he slides his silky length past my lips. My eyes fall closed and I relax my jaw to fit more of him inside my mouth. His hand holds up my head as he drives in until he’s tipping the back of my throat. I swallow just at the right time and I have him groaning like a mad man who can’t get enough.

The sound of his masculine grunts has my pussy clenching and ready for my jock’s thick cock.

“God, woman, you drive me up a fucking wall with how much I need you. Your mouth. Fucking heaven.”

He fucks my mouth harder, going deeper and I love the feel of his cock swelling with the need to release.

Each thrust is a little wilder, a little faster as he works my mouth like he does my body every time he’s in me—with all his tender affections.

I reach between my legs and slip a finger in, coating my fingers and rubbing myself.

I peer up his gorgeous body and watch as his head falls back.

I clamp a finger around my clit the second hot cum spills into my mouth and I swallow as fast as I can but not fast enough as my own release slams into me. Several drops escape the corners of my mouth.

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