Page 60 of Screwged for Christmas

I step in from behind and wrap my arms around her. Flickers of light bounce off the ice sculptors from nearby enclosed shelters and I lead us there.

Closed off inside, the arbor is heated by a gas fire situated in the center. I push aside the lapels of Gracie’s coat and while holding her gaze free one breast then the other to my hungry mouth.

“Logan, what if someone sees us?” Despite the worry in her tone, her hands are in my hair and holding me to her breasts.

“Shh, baby.”

Her concern is completely enchanting, but out here I know we are alone. Not many know of my friend’s fascination with finer arts offered by the body and I plan on taking full advantage of that.

I skim my hands up her thighs and stroke just south of her panty line. Moving higher I stop when I don’t find that panty line.

“Gracie? What have you done?” I already know the answer and I’m on my knees, pushing the hem of her dress to her navel.

A soft golden glow reveals how wet she is for me as I turn her to face the firelight.

“Logan, please. I’ve been on the edge since your bedroom. I need you and not just your tongue and fingers this time.”

The urgency in her voice matches my own.

Taking her thighs in my hands I move my thumbs to graze over the smooth skin to find she’s dripping wet.

“You’re ready for me to slip my cock between these bare folds, aren’t you baby.”

“You have me so worked up I don’t know if I can wait much longer. Please tell me you’re going to fuck me, Mr. Sterling.”

Damn those words on her lips are hot and have me popping the button on my pants.

“Where are your panties, Gracie?” I ask, pressing my forehead against her soft stomach.

“I figured I wouldn’t need them tonight so I left them on your bathroom sink.” She draws out huskily.

“Fuck me,” I groan placing kisses over her navel before moving lower.

Tiny whimpers hit my ears when I drag my tongue over her clit. I can feel her knees weakening.

“On the bench,” I command gently and she obeys quickly. I can at least take the edge off for the both of us until we can leave and I can get her alone.

Her dress is back around her middle and I’m on my knees eating my fill of my nanny’s sweet cunt. Her juices cover my chin and I lap at the creaminess dripping from her tight hole as fast as I can.

Circling my tongue over her clit, I watch her head fall back and eyes close when I drag a finger through the hot liquid. Gently I insert a finger and work her tight walls to get them ready for the size of my cock. In goes another and she withering against the bench, soft cries dripping from those beautiful lips.

I open her folds and lick her from ass to clit. “You’ve awoken the animal in me and I can’t control it anymore, Gracie,” I growl. I push to my knees, my cock tenting my pants.

Her voice is shaky when she calls my name. “Logan. I need you. Like, need younow.”

She’s sitting up and those delicate hands of hers takes my covered shaft. She fingers my belt and I know what she’s after so I help her lower my zipper after she releases my buckle.

When I free my throbbing length to her she licks her lips with the same wild look in her eye that I feel in the pit of my stomach.

An uncontrollable fire. And if it’s not feed, neither of us will be held responsible.

Hot drops of cum leak from the tip of my dick and she leans forward, her hands wrapped around the base.

“That’s it, lick that cock clean. Suck him into that perfect mouth and let me fuck it just a little.” The sight of the pink tip of her tongue dragging over the crown pulls another spurt of cum to fall in rivulets from my cock.

With a hand to the back of her head, I push past her berry red lips and groan with the satisfaction of finally having claimed a part of her as mine. I know for a fact from the nervous shake of her hand she’s never gone down on a man and being her first swells my cock until she’s widening further to fit me.

I sink into the hotness of her mouth and nearly lose my load down her throat when she strokes the underside of my cock with her tongue. I pull and work back in until I’m tapping the back of her throat. She makes a gagging sound and I ease up.

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