Page 89 of Screwged for Christmas

An arrogant, cocky grin forms on his face and I think I might just have unleashed a beast.

He grips his cock in his hand and points it to my mouth.

“Suck me, angel. Take my cock between those sweet lips and drink every drop of my cum down that pretty little throat of yours. When you’re done, I’m going to fuck that virgin hole. You’re not getting away from me this time.”

Instantly my pussy clenches at his dirty words.

I take his hot, steely length in the palms of my hands and work him from base to tip, swirling my thumb through the cum that wets the tip. My own sex grows wetter and I can feel the juices dampen my inner thighs.

“You said I could take what I want. Well, Mason Savage, this is what I want.”

“I hope you’re ready for what you’re asking for.”

I don’t answer. Only actions are needed here.

Cupping his balls in one hand, I hold his gaze as I guide his huge cock to my mouth, loving the feel of the silky steel and the weight of his sac in my hand.

I start slow and then increase my speed, marveling in the way his head is thrown back and loving every deep rumbling growl working its way from his chest. He takes my head in his hand and pumps his hips thrusting his big cock into my mouth until the tip hits the back of my throat.

I swallow and it’s like a spark ignites in him.

He quickens his pace, taking over, and I gladly let him show me how to pleasure him in every way.

Suddenly he pulls out of my mouth and hauls me from the floor. The robe falls silently from my shoulders, leaving me naked and exposed to his warm gaze.

“This seems a little one-sided,” I say but he only smirks.

Cocky bastard knows he’s a big tease.

Robe abandoned on the carpet, I recline on the couch when he kneels over me, spreading my thighs wide with his huge, muscular body. He kisses me fiercely and I fall into his taste like it’s the first time. I relish the way his heavy body feels pinning me down and lose myself a little bit more in his taste.

I no longer feel shy and love how he marvels over my body when he pulls away, lavishing my neck with kisses and bites hard enough to leave a mark. I love it and scratch at his back, anchor my legs around his waist. I use my heels to pull him closer, but he doesn’t budge and I whimper.

“Cute, but when I’m ready, angel, and not a moment before,” he teases and to prove his point he pulls back and runs his dick through my swollen lips to nudge my clit with the thick head of his cock.

He stops at my entrance and pushes enough to have just the tip of his head sink into me. It’s not enough and I arch into his wicked taunting.

“So good,” I purr and run my fingers down the deep ridges of his chest.

He moves his lips to my soft, pink nipples while swirling his cock around my aching clit.

I spread my legs so he can move closer and I whimper as he leans in and drags his full length through my juices, pinching my soft lips against the sides of his hard, massive cock.

I buck beneath him, growing wetter. So wet I feel my sticky honey dampen the leather of the couch beneath me.

“Mason, I need you,” I beg hungrily.

“I know, angel. Cum for me. I want you ready for my big cock before I take you.”

I watch as he nudges my clit again and again, and the same building heat I felt earlier tonight under his talented tongue returns, only hotter.

Drops of cum drip from the fat head and I swipe it up and lick my fingers clean.

I reach between my legs and cup his cock, holding it in place as he drives himself through my swollen, slick lips.

“God, you’re so big, Mason.”

A fine sheen of sweat coats his muscles and I can tell it’s taking all his control to hold back from joining me on the edge. “Don’t worry, angel, I’d never hurt you. But the first time, you have to know—” His voice is strained.

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