Page 57 of Screwged for Christmas

“When I asked the saleslady to pick the sexiest evening gown, I had no idea this is what she had in mind.”

A freeing feeling comes over me and for once in a long while I let go. I know I’m safe here and I can let the woman who wants to be touched, caressed and made love to come to the surface. That I don’t need to hide behind the strong front I put up for my friends.

Logan is kneeling now and I suck in a sharp breath when I feel his warm breath brush against my thighs. Hot lips kiss the wetness staining the front of my thong and I swear it makes me gush another wave of girl-cum.

Chills erupt.

I scrape my nails over what I can reach, which isn’t much, just his shoulders and I wish his shirt wasn’t in the way.

Gentle fingers pull aside the silk between my legs and I’m arching off the bed, digging the heel of my stilettos into the bed the second my clit is between his lips.

“Let go, baby, let me care for you. Make this special. Make your Christmas Eve perfect.”

He’s thorough in the way he eats me. Not leaving a single inch of me unlicked, kissed and sucked. Fingers ease up to tease my entrance and I clamp down over a finger the second it’s inside me.

“God, you’re fucking burning up, aren’t you Gracie?”

“Yes,” I groan uncaring that I’m messing up the perfect curls that took me forever to get into place.

He’s back at working me into a heated mess when I feel the burn of my orgasm rise and flame to life. No warning. No soft gentle easing into it. One second I’m panting feeling all my nerve endings being stroked and the next everything is hotter than lava and barreling through me.

“Logan,” I scream as my climax peaks. A warm gush of my girl-cum spills from my hole and he greedily sucks me clean.

His fingers stroke my walls and I feel him easing me down with slow drags of his tongue over me as if he’s savoring my taste.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve never had anything sweeter on my tongue.”

I let out a lusty sigh of relief but the longer he licks me like he never wants to leave the comfort of my thighs the more I feel like I could cum again.

He has my pussy pulsating with every heartbeat.

He lightly pets me with two wet fingers and then draws them out. “Watch me.”

I raise my head to see him lick my cum from his lips, his eyes never leaving mine.

Hot. As. Sin.

Pushing to his feet he slowly pulls me to mine and I sway against him feeling a little lightheaded.

“My God, I had no idea it could be that good. I mean I had ideas, but…”

My heady sigh has him chuckling.

From his pocket, I watch him produce a gold band with a singular diamond perched delicately on top. Simple and utterly stunning.

He stops just shy of slipping the ring on my finger. As a girl, I always thought this moment would be special. I wasn't wrong. I only wish it was for real though.

“If I may, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I say in a husky voice I don't recognize. As soon as the ring is on my finger my lips are on his tasting my release mixed with the very essence that makes up Logan Sterling.

Firm hands circle my breasts and those same strong fingers tighten their hold until I’m moaning and pressing my thighs together.

“We’ll continue this later. That’s a promise.”

I hear the chimes of the clock. “Oh, we’re going to be late,” I say and dash off to the bathroom. Hopefully, I don’t look like I just came all over my boss’s face and there are no wet spots on my dress.

Minutes later I meet him in the hall, his face and beard smelling like soap.

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