Page 106 of Screwged for Christmas

He’d felt my hymen of that I am certain because he came to a halt, his breathing ragged.

“Holly, what the fuck?”

“Don’t pull out, please!” I tightened my legs to hold him inside.

“You’re a virgin,” he said wonderingly. “How can that be?”

“I haven’t had a cock inside of me before.” A few tears escaped.

“Oh, baby girl. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I wanted to avoid this.”

He was quiet, wiping my tears away with his thumbs. He was still inside me; he shifted slightly. “What do you want? What do you need?”

“I want you to make love to me.” My voice came quiet, but my tone held all the seriousness I felt at the moment. But it didn’t hold back the doubt I saw cross his face. “Right here. Right now, Dr. Murdoch.”

“Fuck, Holly,” Malcolm growled. He slid out half way before sinking in again and this time was nothing like the first.

Live wires inside me sparked and fired.

“Yes, like that.” I loved feeling completely filled by him. He pulled back, and my pussy muscles tried holding him inside me. He moaned appreciatively.

Nothing about this felt like love. No, it was primal on every level and I knew the second we both crossed the threshold of my room what would happen.

He growled savagely and his mouth fell over mine. Strong arms wrapped around me and my gorgeous doctor gave me what I wanted.

Holding me tight, he drew out of my body only to drive back in. Each thrust growing hard and faster than the previous. He settled into a slow but steady rhythm. He kissed my cheeks, my eyes, and my forehead. As his pace increased, he took my lips in a hungry kiss and when he broke away, we both panted for air.

“That virgin pussy of yours is so fucking tight. It’s like you’re made for me.”

I might be a virgin, but I was plenty wet for Malcolm. The sound of my wetness filled the room.

“I have a confession. I’ve wanted you to fuck long before tonight. I wanted you hard, rough and taking me anyway I could get you.

He growled and kissed me again, only this time, his cock was impossibly harder and thicker. He stretched me so wide I could feel every throbbing pulse coursing through his cock.

I clamped over him and felt a thrill feed through me when he grunted in pleasure at it.

With his cock inside me and his balls slapping my ass, pleasure radiated through my body.

Thrashing against the bed, bucking my hips against him, I felt an orgasm start to build.

“Malcolm,” I gasped.” Any earlier soreness was forgotten. For a second I wondered if this could be a daily event we both could look forward to after our shifts. Friends with benefits. But all thought is pushed from my head by how expertly he fucked me into my bed.

Strong arms wound tight around me and large hands cupped my ass, holding me like I was something to treasure.

“Come, Holly. Come for me.” Malcolm kissed me, his tongue sweeping along my lower lip. The feel of him inside me as he invaded my mouth was overpowering. I was being carried away on a wave of sensuality that I’d never experienced.

He stroked once, twice, three times more, and then I tipped over the edge of reality into a place where Malcolm and I were one. I came so hard I thought I’d black out, but I felt Malcolm’s orgasm. He cried out in an unfamiliar language, and I smothered his mouth with kisses to muffle the sound.

Hot pumps of his milk spilled into me and every pulse feed into my own orgasm.

Panting and gasping for air we both lay in my cramped twin bed, though I wasn’t complaining. Malcolm flipped us drawing me over his chest, his cock still inside me. My small window was open, car horns and sirens blaring drifted up from below. Sounds of the city that always comforted me every night.

“Damn.” Malcolm breathed. “I popped your cherry. And fuck, I loved it; Holly.”

“Me. Too.” I gulped, clinging to him. My heartbeat fluttered against his rock-hard chest as I lay on him. His fingertips skimmed up my back, stroking each vertebra drawing me back down to Earth.

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