Page 129 of Screwged for Christmas

He grunted his agreement by sliding the tip of his cock in, teasing me. His head was large, stretching me wide for the rest of him. He paused, giving me time to adjust to his size. Soon I was squeezing my legs around his waist, trying to pull him deeper inside me.

Malcolm thrust all the way inside me in one smooth stroke.

“Yes”” I breathed. It was a wholly inadequate sentiment to the pleasure radiating through my body, but it was all I could manage.

His cock completely filled me. When Malcolm pulled back, my pussy muscles clamped down, trying to hold him inside me.

“Patience, love,” he murmured, then he thrust again slowly.

He began to work me like that, pulling his cock almost all the way out until my pussy muscles grabbed at his head. He increased his pace. The wet sound of our coupling mingled with murmurs.

“You feel made for me, baby. So perfect.”

I nodded, unable to speak. I could feel my orgasm building. I clung to Malcolm, loving the feeling of him fucking me, of our fucking each other.

My nipples were hard and pressed against his dress shirt. The friction of them against the shirt made them more sensitive. That, combined with his cock buried inside me and being fucked up against a wall in a Scottish castle made my body tingle with pleasure.

“You are a dirty girl.” Malcolm breathed in my ear, smoothing my hair back. “You like this don’t you? The thrill of someone possible walking in on us.”

“Malcolm, please. Don’t stop,” I cried softly.

“No chance of that. Now come for me, Holly.” He thrust so deeply my back pressed hard against the cold stone wall. The combination of those sensations pushed me over the edge.

Malcolm swallowed my cries with open mouth kisses as I trembled in his arms. He came then too, the hot pulse of his cum filling my pussy over and over.

I felt boneless and thoroughly pleasured. I wanted to crawl into bed and sleep until Malcolm fucked me again.

“Let’s go to bed,” I offered with a wiggle of my brows.

“We can’t love. We have to get back to the party before someone comes looking for us. We haven’t even danced yet.”

The only sound in the hallway was our heavy breathing, though far away strains of the orchestra played Christmas carols.

I wanted to be near Malcolm. I would do anything to be near him.

It wasn’t a thought I wanted to dwell on right now.

“I’m kind of a mess. Do you have a Kleenex?” I asked, straightening my rumpled skirt down over my hips. For the first time this evening, I was sorry about my lack of panties.

“No.” He arranged his kilt.

“Doesn’t that kilt have pockets?” A gush of cum slid down my inner thigh.

“Nope.” He glanced up at me with a heart-stopping smirk.

“What the fuck, Malcolm?” It was hard to be mad at him when all I wanted was for him to repeat what he had just done.

“I’m fine with you waltzing back in there with your pussy full of my cum.” He gave me a feral grin as he straightened his tie. “In fact, that’s how I prefer it. Let all those fuckers smell me all over you.” He paused to meet my eyes as he gathered me in his arms. “You do realize you could well be pregnant with my baby. Our first time you were on the pill. Neither of us bothered to think about it since you landed in Scotland.”

He was right.

“Truth? I hope I am.” I was drowsy with pleasure. I laid my head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat under my ear.

His arms came around me and for once I didn’t feel like the world might swallow me whole if I dared stopped for one minute.

“What are you saying?” He put one hand on my shoulder and used the other to tip my chin up.”

“Let’s talk about it later, Malcolm.” His eyes were full of hot, possessive desire, and something else that I couldn’t read.

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