Page 124 of Screwged for Christmas

“Giving me your virginity was “messing around”?” Malcolm’s gloved fingers made air quotes around the word, but he didn’t meet my eyes. He was absorbed studying the wintery wonderland before us.

“Shh! Do you mind lowering your voice? I don’t think Fergus needs to know that much about me.” What was the matter with Malcolm? He knew why I was here.

“Don’t worry about Fergus. He’s made a career about not hearing things.”

We pulled away from Lachlan, heading across open fields. The snow fell fast and thick. The sharp cold air and the smell of fresh evergreen filled my senses. Malcolm and I were tucked under a thick pile of blankets cozy as could be.

It was truly magical.

His ungloved hand warmed from all the blankets slid around my waist and migrated lower, until he slid effortlessly inside my waistband.

“Malcolm,” I stirred, half excited and half worried since we were not alone.

I accepted that what happened between us in bed—and before the fireplace and in the shower—was something I didn’t want to stop. Except for his mother barging in on us, the sexual nature of our relationship was private.

His hand snaking down my waistband during a sleigh ride was not private.

“You’re wearing panties. I told you not to.”

“You don’t own me.”

“No, I don’t.” He thumbed my clit, and I widened my legs, granting him greater access. From the corner of my eye, I witness a flash of possessiveness sweep across his expression.

He leaned in. “You don’t like me touching you?”

“It’s not a matter of like, it’s a matter of timing.” Still, I could feel that my argument was about as useful as holding back a tidal wave. My body wanted Malcolm’s touch at every opportunity.

He slid a thick finger inside me and I won’t lie, it felt amazing and so filthy. Forbidden.

“Slick just like I knew you would be.” He whispered into my hair.

“Malcolm,” I said going for stern but it came out like a plea.

“I want this to be a sleigh ride you remember.” Snow clung to his dark hair. He looked rugged, handsome, and utterly in charge. Not at all like a man fingering me under a pile of blankets on a Christmas sleigh ride. “I told you not to wear panties. You chose to disobey me. Now I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll never forget this sleigh ride.”

“It’s the only sleigh ride I’ve been on, so I’m pretty sure that won’t be a problem.”

He nuzzled my ear. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Fuck, yes.” I breathed. It didn’t just feel good; it felt fucking fantastic.

“Try again.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Now that’s a good girl. Don’t worry, Fergus is deaf as a post when he needs to be.”

This was madness. Not just getting fingered in the sleigh, though that was part of it. I was falling in love with Malcolm. And with his fingers stroking the fuck out of my pussy, it was hard to believe that.

The snowfall increased so that even Fergus wasn’t visible. The only sound was the sled runners sliding across the snow and the slight jingle of the horses’ bells.

Meanwhile, Malcolm stroked me until nearly all thought left my brain.

Maddening! I’d hoped he was just teasing me planning to leave me wet, ready, and very frustrated. But Malcolm never did anything half way.

Now I understood he was going to make me come during a sleigh ride. And what was more incredible was that I, an independent professional woman, wanted it.

“Come for me, Holly. That sweet pussy of yours feels so good. I only wish my cock was inside you, feeling you grab me, milk me and take my milk.”

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