Page 85 of Screwged for Christmas

I gasp when he pushes against my back entrance with the tip of his tongue. Surprise tightens my grip in his hair and I’m left panting. A low groan slips from him, but he doesn’t stop. He begins to knead me and my nipples stiffen.

My release builds when he pushes deeper with his tongue and I feel the heat creep from my core to spread across me like a fiery blanket of concentrated ecstasy.

Eyes closed and my whole core tightening, I lose myself in his touch and I whither and try to close my legs, but he’s having none of it.

Using his massive shoulders my dominate alpha forces my legs apart and presses the rough pad of his thumb against my clit over and over again as he pushes just the tip of his finger into my virgin hole. I peer between my legs and see my sticky honey coating his mouth and chin and smile.

“Oh my God, Mason.” I cry out when he drags his warm, wet tongue from ass to clit only to do it again. If I wasn’t already on my back there’s no way my legs could hold my weight under such a delicious assault.

I need more, but I don’t know what thatmoreis.

He brings a hand up to rest on my stomach and traces slow circles around my navel. “Shh, sweetheart. I have you. Don’t worry, angel. I know what you need.”

He slips off my stilettos and places my feet on his wide, solid shoulders. Somehow this man has stirred something in me and I can’t turn back now.

He circles my ass with a finger, replacing his tongue. “I’m going to fuck your ass… but first…”

He stops mid-sentence and I don’t have to ask why. His mouth is full of my pussy. He’s fucking me with his tongue as he plays with my ass and I’m past cloud nine and firmly sitting in outer space among the brilliant stars.

I screw my eyes closed tighter and let the moment take over me. All remnants of the good girl in me are shoved into the nearest closet in my lust-dazed brain as my inner vixen spreads her white wings.

“Mason, I, I… don’t fucking stop.”

Wicked and dirty things are on his mind and my body is up for the challenge. The way he tongues me sparks a deep curiosity of how I’ll respond to his thick cock.

“Watch me, angel. Open your eyes and watch me give you the best orgasm of your life.”

He slips his tongue between my folds to swirl the tip around the nub of my clit. Once. Twice. His pace is achingly slow and brutally fast in intervals and I’m gasping for the tiniest bit of air while the flames of my orgasm lick along my nerve endings.

So dirty.

So sweet.

Pulsing shockwaves of pleasure strike my core and I arch into his dark, wicked touch.

It’s all so overpowering.

My orgasm hits in pulsating waves and I can’t hold back the scream he pulls from me.

Loud and like a woman on fire.

“That’s it, angel.”

I pant, gasp, and cry out from the burst of energy that consumes me. “Let go, baby. Just feel,” he murmurs softly.

I drink in his powerful body as he pushes to his feet and stands between my legs. My eyes slip closed as each and every molecule in my body hums.

I slowly fall from the clouds and he’s there with his strong arms wrapping me in his protective hold. Just like he promised. Holding me, easing me through all the sensations he brought to life within in me.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer until his cock nestles between my swollen pussy lips.

“You were right,” I whisper in a hushed voice, not wanting to break the spell. I turn my face and slide my tongue along his wet lips and moan at the taste of my juices.

I’ve never felt so naughty and emboldened. Powerful yet so vulnerable all at once in my life.

Nothing I’ve ever done in the privacy of my own bedroom even comes close in comparison to how he’s made me feel.

He was right.

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