Page 62 of Screwged for Christmas

“What are you saying, Logan.”

“You’ll never call me Mr. Sterling again, Gracie. Not unless you mean to and in a kinkyfuck me harder, Mr. Sterlingkind of way.”

He’s leaning over me, his weight held by his hands on either side of my head. The heavy girth of his shift is resting on my clit and I can feel his milk dripping from the tip to wet my folds.

Instead of answering I let him look on as I gather his cum on my finger and then slide it into my unfucked hole.

His eyes flash with fire. “You’re a bad girl, Gracie. Sexiest woman on this planet, but bad all the same.”

His kiss is hard and fast and then he’s leaning back on his heels, the head of his shaft wedged between my soft folds.

“Let’s see how good your virgin pussy can take my cock,” my fake fiancé growls.

I love it when he talks like that to me. Warm liquid runs down my seam and he guides himself to my entrance pressing forward.

My muscles start to shake and he raises my feet to rest on his shoulders. I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure mixed with pain before. I’ve read thousands of romance novels, watched enough porn to know what it’s all about and still, nothing has prepared me for what I am feeling.

Heat mixed with coldness.

The burn is as delicious as the shocks from my body widening to fit his massive size.

He sinks in a little deeper and stills at the barrier of my virginity.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“I know it’s going to hurt. It’s okay. I want this. I want you.”

He eases out a little and pushes in, but not all the way. The feeling is exquisite and the tender look in his eyes is all for me. No other soul has ever seen the softer side of my boss and I hold that fact close to my heart.

“I’m ready for you, make me yours, Logan.” I’ve never spoken truer words.

Logan presses forward and breaks through my virginity claiming me fully.

“You’re mine. You’ve been mine since day one, Gracie Kendall.”

My whole body tingles, clenches…burns.

“I don’t know how or why or if it was your plan to find the right man to give your virginity to, but I know I am the one and only man to ever have the pleasure of feeling this pussy wrapped around a cock.”

His arms are around me, Holding me, making me feel safe.

“Your cock and it will stay that way,” I reassure him.

His cock swells inside me, stretching me further. “Oh, Logan,” I say, panting for long seconds waiting for the fire to settle. When it does, Logan starts moving in me. Gentle at first with easy thrusts. My breathing catches in my throat when he scoops an arm beneath my ass and lifts. My hips swivel enough to where another inch of his shaft sinks into me and I’m moaning with delight.

His lips find my tight nipples and he works the turgid points deep in his mouth amplifying the currents of pleasure running through me juiced up on the adrenaline of lust I’ve felt for this man for way too long.

“Tell me, Gracie, that night you caught me beating one off in my room, how many times did you make yourself cum after you slipped away to your room?”

I shake my head against the sheets holding on to him and he pounds into me with hard thrusts that make talking hard.

My entire body buzzes with the need to find release.

“Answer me, baby. Tell me how many times you came around those hot, little fingers buried in your pussy. Did you suck them clean afterward?”

He reaches down slowly circling my clit with the pad of his thumb. “I couldn’t,” I admit with a blush. “I was so hot and needy I couldn’t find my release. Like my body knew it wanted you instead of my own administrations.”

“God, baby, I’m so sorry. You should have come to me. Had you been a little closer you would have heard your name on my lips as I came into my hand. I wanted my cum in you so badly.”

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