Page 63 of Screwged for Christmas

“Give it to me now,” I say, winding my arms around his neck and holding on.

He slowed and draws out of my clenching pussy. Each stroke tells me he’s getting close. He’s going to make me cum and so hard I might forget my own name.

Logan groans, his cock swelling inside my pussy as he drives in. His thumb is merciless against my clit and I press the back of my heels into his ass the second my climax pours over me like a tidal wave. I’m screaming into the large bedroom, his name on my lips, feeling like all of me seeped from every pore of my body as I melt into his arms.

Logan rocks into me and suddenly his head is thrown back and a deep guttural roar tearing from his lips. Deep inside me, I can feel him emptying himself; hot spurts of seed wetting the velvety walls of my channel.

I whimper and hold onto him as much as he’s holding me.

He’s still buried deep inside me when he falls over me and cradles me close as he lowers his massive weight to the bed. Engulfed in mounds of pillows and cloth we lay there just being. Nothing else.

I’m still shivering, my pussy pulsing with a delicious ache when I lift my head off his chest and look up at him. I grin sleepily and say, “Umm, I think my body rocked the hell out of your cock. Just saying.”

There’s a pause and then Logan throws his head back and laughs a deep sound that feels like it connects our souls. An incredible feeling of belonging wraps around me as tightly as his arms and I feel loved.

What a Christmas Eve. I‘m happy, engaged for real to a man I never thought could love someone like me. A nobody. But I quickly realize I am a somebody. I’m someone who makes the man I’m wrapped around happy. It’s evident with how he’s holding me tight like he’ll lose me if he lets go.

“I love you, Logan Sterling.”

He traces a finger over the ring he cunningly slid over my finger only hours before.

“Not as much as I love you, My Gracie. You’ll never love me that much. I promise because you are my heart and world.”

I smile against his chest and push up to straddle his waist. Hands pressed into his chest I lean forward a bit and love the way his lips tilt with an arrogant smirk.

“What to make a bet, Mr. Sterling?”

EPILOGUE

GRACIE

Ayear of pure blissfulness seems almost like walking on clouds. Sure, it hasn't been all rainbows and kittens. There was the time we had a huge scare during the delivery of our sweet Evie this summer, but I made it and I'm fully healed. Even if Logan thinks I'm as fragile as a porcelain doll.

I walk past Kaylee’s room for when she stays with us and head down the hall to Evie’s.

I ease open the door to find her sweet mouth slightly open and her sweetly dreaming. It took a little while to get her to calm down but now that she’s asleep I hope she stays that way for at least a couple of hours.

Love swells in my chest and I stroke a finger over her plump cheeks just to make sure I'm not dreaming.

Closing the door just a fraction I head to my home office and make quick work of answering a few emails from clients. Despite the great offer, instead of coming on board with Sterling & Briggs as a corporate accountant alongside Logan, I opted to take my winnings from Logan and his friend’s bet to establish my own company as an independent account for multiple large corporations.

Let me back up a second and just say, talk about Christmas surprises. His friend had shown up a little before noon Christmas morning, check in hand and a girl on his arm. That day I made new friends over a home-cooked meal and we’re scheduled to do the same in just a few hours. Only this time Steven’s girl is now his wife and they are expecting their first baby. A girl.

Apparently, it had taken a little longer for Steven’s girlfriend to say yes than it did me with Logan. It took several days of me coming to terms with having that much money. Who was I to say no? I gladly took that check and established first, a foundation to help raise money for kids in need and then put pen to paper and sign my name to my own company documents.

Instead of being in-house, my clients provide me with all the necessary information and I manage their accounts off-site. Or, for some, I keep watch over their accounts to ensure no wrongdoing. Which there’s a lot of when dealing with such large sums of monies that run through the corporate world.

It’s the best of both worlds. I get to spend my days with Evie as she grows and my nights are free to spend with my attentive, and adoring husband.

In fact, tonight is our one-year anniversary and I have a little plan in mind to make it just as special as our engagement.

Logan is due home from the office in just a few minutes so I hurry to the tree, grab a package I hid there last week and head to the master suite.

I drop my robe and climb up the bed. I’m left waiting just long enough for the snow to start showing in the night sky beyond the large windows.

The twinkle of city lights I love serves as a wonderful backdrop to Logan as he walks through the bedroom door.

“Hi, handsome,” I wave. “Santa came early and I thought you would like to help me open his present.” I lift the lid on the present and pick up the thick dildo watching the shocked expression on my husband’s face morph to full-on desire.

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