Page 105 of Screwged for Christmas

His color heightened as I toyed with my clit some more. He liked seeing me touch myself, and he had clearly been planning on going down on me.

I was starving and wanted to get to the main course. I stopped torturing us both and sat up to pull my dress off over my head.

Malcolm sat back on his heels at the foot of my bed, watching me. I hadn’t worn a bra with the dress, so I was naked quickly. With a little slick of my finger the dress crumpled to the floor.

He remained where he was, his watching me with such intent as he stroked his cock from base to tip. Precum dripped from the swollen head. I licked my lower lip.

Feeling bold, I reached down, pushing his hand away and replacing it with mine. The way his eyes rolled back and his lips parted with a sigh of pleasure I knew he welcomed my touch.

“Come.” I lay back, drawing him over me. Spreading wide and holding his length, I guided the cum-coated tip of his cock to my clit and stroked it over my eager bud until we both panted.

I bit my lip, forcing myself to keep my movements slow and easy. But having a man like Malcolm over me drove the fires of need higher.

Holy fuck.

“Mmm,” I moaned. The feel of his head against my pussy lips made me flush with pleasure. I rubbed his head against my clit and then lower until I had him over my entrance.

“Easy, Ivy.”

“It's ok, I'm on the pill.” I held my breathe when Malcolm pulled back, his eyes holding mine in the semi-lit room. Just enough light from the street poured in that I could appreciate his tight expression like he wanted to say something, but decided against it.

I shimmied my hips a little to get his focus back.

“You’re so impatient and greedy.”

I slipped my arms around his neck. I wanted his body against me, pressing me into this bed. My feet were flat on the mattress at his hips and I hooked them around his legs. Drawing him closer to me was the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re greedy for my cock, you dirty girl.” He ran his tongue along the rim of my ear.

“I want you to fuck me bare.”

“I bet you do.” He laughed darkly. “You want my cum filling up that pussy?”

“Yes!” I breathed, closing my eyes to savor this feeling. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

I opened my eyes.

His intense gaze studied me.

“Please, Malcolm.”

“Try again.”

His cock pressed against my pussy lips, trying to slide inside me. I angled my hips, so the very tip of his swollen cock pressed into me.

We both paused. Fuck, he was huge. I was already stretched with just the head.

He frowned, trying to puzzle something out and I held my breath knowing he would figure out my secret.

“Fuck me, Dr. Murdoch,” I whispered in his ear as I flexed up, pulling more of him inside my sticky wet, eager pussy.

My fingernails dug into his ass and I pressed with my heels drawing him all the way into me with one fluid glide through my juices.

“Jesus H. Christ!” He drove in until his full length stretched me so tight I could barely breathe. He’d anticipated my cry, so his lips covered mine swallowing my moans.

What he hadn’t anticipated was me being a virgin when he claimed me with every inch of his shaft.

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