Page 64 of Screwged for Christmas

“Remind you of someone?” I tease to the sight of his brows pinching together. But it’s his lips peeling back into a wicked smile that has me captivated.

“Gracie.”

I love the warning tone in his voice. I laugh softly and shift my knees open butterfly style so he can see the full view of what he’s getting for Christmas. He’s across the room standing at the end of the bed in just a few strides, the heavy girth of his cock fighting to be free.

“I thought you wouldn't mind me opening the gift I order for us for a little pre-dinner warm-up?”

“Mind? Not at all.”

The tip of my tongue peeks out and I run it up the underside never breaking eye contact. His pants are open and his hand is around his cock working it from base to tip with baby-making milk already leaking like a faucet from the engorged head.

Don’t ask how I managed to get a dildo made in my husband’s likeness, getting the weight and thickness just right was a chore, but I did and am about to reap the benefits of all my attention to detail.

I squeeze the rubber dick and bring it to my mouth, easing the crown between my lips and Logan growls, stripping off his clothes in seconds.

“I thought maybe you wouldn't mind a little something different.” In the last year of our marriage, we really haven't entertained too much ass-play and I want to change that.

I shift my gaze to the nightstand where a tube of lube sits. I already have my legs wide and my fake dick gliding through my juices by the time he turns back. I’ve wanted this all day and I know it won’t take me long to reach my peak or several for that matter. My cunt is dripping wet for this, for him. “I want to feel you in my ass as I fuck myself with your fake dick.”

“Fuck me, woman, you never cease to amaze me.”

He grabs my ankles and tugs me to the end of the bed and I give a shriek of surprise.

He has my ankles on his shoulder. He brushes a thumb over my clit with the other hand spreading my ass cheeks and smearing a healthy dose of lube.

I slam my eyes shut and groan low and long when I feel a finger slide into my asshole as he works me to fit his shaft in my most intimate of places.

“I want to see you fuck that pussy.”

He watches as I slowly insert the toy and stroke myself, slow and steady.

When I feel the fat crown of his dick replace his fingers I stiffen.

“Easy baby. Breath out when I push in.”

I do as he’s instructed and my eyes are rolling back and the sensations overtake me. The walls of my ass stretch over his thick, veined shaft and it’s like I can feel every pulse of every heartbeat between us.

He pushes past the tight ring of muscles and I feel my body widen to accept his full length.

Stretched around the dildo and my husband’s cock buried to the hilt in my ass I don’t know what to focus on more. He’s taken full control over my fake version and starts to work me with perfection.

Pulling out with one and sinking in with the other. Both are hot and filling me with so much bliss it’s coming out of me to wet us both.

I tease and twist a nipple with one hand and stroke a finger over my clit with the other. I’m panting and moaning so loud I can’t control the burn and delicious pleasure-pain that’s arching me off the bed.

“Logan, I’m so close!” I groan. I pry my eyes open to see every glorious muscle on the man’s body flex and ripple with controlled power. His eyes are glued to where he’s pounding into my ass faster, harder with each stroke.

Neither of us last long after that.

The beginning rumblings of my orgasm have the walls of both my holes clamping down.

“Fuck, Gracie, baby, you’re milking my cock. That’s it, tighten down on me. Take me.”

Logan roars, head thrown back the second my spasm rolls through me. I can feel my ass pulsing around him and his hot seed empty into my back channel.

I rock my hips a little more to make sure he’s given me every last drop.

Feeling his spent dick pull from me send chills rushing through me and I’m shuddering.

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