Page 86 of Screwged for Christmas

A fine sheen of sweat makes his bare chest gleam in the flickering light of the fire and I reach out to pull him close.

“Most powerful orgasm. Ever,” I croon and love the feel of his laughter rumbling in his powerful chest.

“The fun is just beginning, angel. I’m going to prove just how desirable you really are and when the time is right I’m going to push open these sweet, sticky lips and sink every inch of my massive cock into your tight hole.”

I shudder from his dirty, filthy words and my attention is drawn downward where the tip of his dick is showing above the rim of his boxer briefs.

“Did you touch yourself while you licked me?” I raise to my elbows and he straightens to his full height, nodding.

“You know I did.”

“Can I see?” Deciding against that I add, “Touch. I want to touch you there.” I point and lick my lips. I wanted this man in the most primitive ways.

I guess he took that as a challenge. Because he grips my hips with his large hands and flips me over. I tense. With my ass in the air, I look over my shoulder just as he disappears until only the top of his head is visible.

“Mason!”

He clamps his hands on my ass and stops my shimmying.

Warm air hits my clitoris and I moan when he holds my ass cheeks open. I’m on full display and nothing stops a swift heat from consuming me.

And nothing stops the wetness from coating my pouty lips either and that says a lot about what turns me on.

Like a man consumed with hunger, he lavishes me with wickedly timed strokes of his tongue over every inch of my heated skin, leaving nothing untouched, unclaimed. He flicks the tip of his tongue across my clenched entrance as he ever so slowly buries a finger into my aching pussy and I’m once again lost to whatever he wants to do to me. I know I’m safe with him so I let go.

I no longer feel dirty and raise my ass off the desk, wanting more of his touch. More of everything.

Until this moment I didn’t know it was possible to orgasm twice in one night. To feel such a surge of pleasure only minutes after an orgasm so strong I still felt weak.

But there were many firsts for me tonight and this is one of the most pleasurable.

Panting, I lay my forehead against the solid wood beneath me as he sinks his tongue deeper into my private spots.

“Mason,” I moan and he swirls his thumbs into my soft, tender flesh. I reach under me and pleasure my clit as he works my ass with his tongue and my pussy with his fingers.

“Don’t stop, Mason,” I half mutter and have groan. I’m not sure he understands me or not but I’m glad he increases his speed. I follow his lead and time my strokes to his.

One thrust of his tongue and a curl of his finger and a spark ignites.

Streams of liquid spill from my core to wet my thighs and I’m pretty sure his shirt, which crumpled beneath me.

Pleasure explodes. Electricity zings and my second orgasm hits almost as fast as the first, stealing every last hint of air from my lungs.

He releases his tight hold on my ass and pulls me into his strong arms. I bury my face into his chest and quiver with aftershocks.

“Absolutely phenomenal.” I breathe into his strong shoulder, every muscle in my body systematically turning to complete mush, starting at my toes and quickly moving up.

“Next time don’t ask if you can touch. Just take. I’m already yours.”

He wraps my hair in his hand and tugs until I’m looking up at him.

“Lesson learned,” I husk, trying to understand his words but my brain is having a hard time catching up.

Resting against the hard plains of his ample chest, my body sways with each of his steps as he carries me to the couch. Gently he settles me on his lap as he relaxes into the dark, plush leather of the couch. This close the warmth of the fire brushes against my bare body like a soft hug.

I lean into him and take in his clean scent, the feel of his strong thighs supporting me and the hard ridge of his cock.

His eyes never leave mine and I groan, swishing my hips a little. “Now. Now it’s my turn, right? I reach between us and stroke his cock through his open zipper and the thin material of his boxers. Stubborn man still had his pants on but not for long if I have my way.

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