Page 59 of Screwged for Christmas

Her bold words make me look for the nearest exit.

The outline of those flawless tips pushing against the soft material of her dress has me hungry for a taste. It doesn’t help that I see the same fierce need shine back at me through her eyes

“I swore to myself I would only make this night memorable for you, not make you feel pressured, but it’s not easy, Gracie.” The beast in me wants to swing her over my shoulder and carry her off.

Her mouth forms a soft O of shock and I can see she’s fighting against the fact I’m her boss and practically devouring her with my eyes.

Instead, I pull her in closer wishing I could feel those tight peaks rub against my bare chest.

“I have another confession.” My dick is still leaking cum, has been since I had her squirting her release back at in my bedroom.

Cameras flash and smiling faces blur into the next as I move us to the outer edges of the crowd.

I lean in until my lips are against the shell of her ear. She turns into me and damn if that doesn’t make my dick impossibly harder.

“I’m not sure I should ask what that could be, Logan. You’ve delivered quite a few already tonight.”

“This isn’t who I am. I’ve never craved anyone or anything the way I do you. Nor have I ever lost control the way you make me. I've wanted to have you in my arms since the first night you watched over Kaylee. Worse. I wanted you in my bed, Gracie. I wanted to spread those soft thighs of yours, make you delirious with multiple orgasms and empty my seed into your virgin pussy. You’d have been pregnant by morning.”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

I rip my attention away from Gracie’s wide eyes to the chanting crowd and I hold a shaking Gracie to me.

“Mistletoe,” she says, her smile illuminating her face and I find she’s not shaking anymore. She points up and it’s her hands in my hair pulling me in from a slow, deep kiss this time. What am I to do but surrender?

So hot it should be damn illegal.

And fucking delicious.

I can taste the champagne on her tongue and it gives me filthy ideas. I angle my head to take the kiss deeper but hold back at the last second. Creating scandalous fodder for the papers is the last thing I want to put her through.

“I have a confession of my own.” Those innocent baby blues don’t look so innocent anymore as she breaks the kiss. She looks up at me, licking those flawless lips before leaning in. The feel of her hot breath against my neck has me tightening my fingers into the material of her dress.

“That one night I slept over I snuck into your room and watched you masturbate your beautiful cock until you shot ribbons of cum all over your hand.” She pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes. “I rushed back to my room and fingered myself almost all night long.”

Halloween. I remember the night. I thought I heard something but I was too lost in my fantasy of fucking Gracie in her flirty angel costume to pay too much mind.

My sister had been late picking up Kaylee after trick-or-treating. It was too late for Gracie to be taking a cab. I could have easily driven her home, but I liked the idea of her staying over so I offered my spare room.

It was torture and heaven rolled into the longest night of my life.

“Come with me.” It’s easy enough to find our coats. Once I make sure she’s tucked warmly in hers, I take her hand and lead us outside, down a brick path recently cleared of snow.

Heavy tufts are still falling and it won’t be long before the walkway is covered once again.

“There’s one thing about these charity events. My friend loves to spend handsomely on the decorations. This time of year, that involves ice sculptures with an erotic twist.”

“Oh? How fun!”

I love the surprise on her face. “My friend’s mansion is located just far enough outside the city to offer privacy along the expansive grounds.”

We follow one bend and another until we’ve completely stepped out of range of sight. Not even the music can be heard. I finally have Gracie all to myself and I’m going to find out if she’s as wet as I suspect under all that silk.

We come to a sculpture that has Gracie slowing to a stop. It’s of a kneeling male, his cock rigid with an icy hand wrapped around the thick base of his bulging manhood. In front of him is a finely chiseled woman her thighs spread wide; her breasts thrust into the air as if waiting for the pleasure of her man.

Gracie turns to me, eyes wide with excitement and I feel like the dirtiest son-of-a-bitch sullying the purest soul. “I can’t believe these are hidden from view. They’re beautiful.”

Gracie slips from my side to caress the tip of her finger over the perfectly sculpted cock and my own twitches, wanting those hands on me instead. Not a detail was missed and I look on as she drinks in the erotic sight, one feature at a time.

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