Page 244 of Screwged for Christmas

He pressed a gentle hand to the back of her head and she took all of him until the thick head hit the back of her throat and she swallowed.

“Best fucking Christmas present ever.”

She moaned and the muscles of his thighs quivered beneath her palms as she balanced herself.

He threaded her hair around his hand, pulled the long locks to the side and she could feel the heat of his stare on her as she devoured every inch of his shaft with her mouth.

He trailed a finger over the blackened swirls of her tattoo where it rode high on her lower back before dipping around her hip. She shuddered and applied a little more pressure with her suction which earned her a growl of appreciation.

“Your lips are so sweet, Ivy. Don’t stop. Not yet.”

Need swelled in her core and pressed against her clit with a force that had her legs pressing closed. She slid a finger between her fold and the second the pad of her finger brushed against her the pleasure nub she cried around his girth and everything moved in a blur.

Damon released her and turned her around so fast the room spun. Panting and desperate, she splayed her legs when he nudged her open from behind.

“I would love to see you masturbate for me, angel, but tonight I need to claim every single orgasm from you.”

He slid his hands over the round globes of her ass and pulled them apart. This time she didn’t flinch but craved any attention he desired to give her body.

Leaning over her, he pressed her chest into the soft cushions and brought her ass higher in the air.

Warm air brushed over her folds and her veins filled with unquenchable fire. Then he licked her from clit to pussy and she nearly came undone from the very magic that held them together.

Love.

Slowly he repeated the action as his fingers explored every inch of her including her anus. With gentle strokes he teased her pussy then trailed the juices over her flesh to circle her back entrance as his tongue did wicked things to her clit.

“You make me wild, baby,” he crooned as he bent over her, his cock replacing the area his tongue lashed into a frenzy of need.

“Damon! You can’t stop now.” Heat crept up to her cheeks as a wicked thought came to mind.

“I don’t plan to. We have all night, and baby, from the size of that storm we might be snowbound for more than a night.”

Using her left hand for balance, she brought her right hand between her legs and dipped a single digit into her channel and moaned then pressed another inside, stroking the silky confines once. Twice.

She drew her hand away and looked over her shoulder as she slipped both fingers between her lips.

His eyes became impossibly bright.

A week ago she would swear nothing like this existed in life. Hell, thirty minutes ago she still doubted. But now? Now she felt and she couldn’t deny the depth of emotions that sunk so deep in her mind and in her heart nothing could happen to erase the feeling.

“Oh angel, you shouldn’t have done that.” He gripped her curves and pressed his cock to her tight newly fucked pussy.

In one long stroke he seated himself in her channel until she felt his balls smack against her clit.

She screamed. The tight walls of her cunt stretched and widened to fit his thick, throbbing shaft.

He pulled out slow and steady. Warmth from his body wrapped around her as his arms wound around her waist.

Holding her close, he drove back in. Light kisses against her shoulder sent a shiver every place their body touched.

He withdrew only to thrust back in so wickedly hard the smack of his thighs against her filled the room.

Cracks and pops from the fire drifted to the background as her cries rang out, drowning the sound of the storm still raging beyond the large window.

He pulled out slowly and turned her around to lie under him. Looking into his eyes, she reached between them and guided his cock back to her entrance. He pushed forward and her eyes rolled shut.

“Look at me.”

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