“Is it working?”
I look up at him and smile. “Yeah. It’s working.”
“So, you’re going to spend Christmas with me?”
I can’t help but nod.
“I’d love to.”
Chapter Ten
Trevor
When I see Kelly standing in front of the Christmas tree at my huge chalet in Upstate New York talking to my dad, I finally understand the hype around Christmas. I know it’s cheesy and I probably sound like I’m in a Hallmark movie, but it’s true.
Seeing how good my girl looks in the new dark red dress I bought for her is making me want to kick everyone out so I can feast on what I really want to eat for Christmas dinner… her.
Both of our families are here mingling and getting into the eggnog while it snows outside. The fire is roaring and the view of the mountains through the giant windows is spectacular.
We were initially going to spend Christmas in the city, but after I knew I was going to propose, I just had to do it up here.
I called Kelly’s family in New Hampshire and begged them to come, but they were reluctant at first. They only agreed after I told them I was going to propose to their daughter and offered to fly them up in my private jet.
“I love her,” my mother says as she sidles up beside me.
“So do I.” I can’t take my eyes off her. My father is probably telling her all about his enormous ship in a bottle collection, but she’s still listening politely and smiling at him, even if she does look my way every so often.
“So, she’s the one for you?” my mother asks.
“Without question. I’m spending the rest of my life with her.”
“That makes me so happy to hear,” she says with a grin. “I’ve been waiting so long for you to settle down. I didn’t think it would ever happen.”
“Neither did I to be honest. But when I saw her at the office Christmas party, I just knew. I just had to have her.”
“And grandkids?” she asks with a wince. I’m her only child and I know she’s had her heart set on having grandkids even though she never pressured me before.
“Tons,” I say as my eyes roam down Kelly’s full-figured body. I’m going to breed this girl until she’s throwing a white flag at me and begging me to stop.
“Oh, goodie!” my mother squeals as she claps her hands in excitement. “I can’t wait! When are you going to propose?”
I was going to do it after everyone left, but I can’t wait any longer. I need a ring on her finger as soon as possible. My body feels all itchy inside whenever I look at her bare hand.
“Right now,” I say as I step forward.
Everyone gathers in the massive living room as I clink my wine glass with a fork.
Kelly’s gorgeous brown eyes find me and she’s got a half nervous half excited look on her face as if she’s asking me, ‘what are you doing?’
“They say Christmas is the time for miracles, but I didn’t believe it until a miracle walked into my life.” I turn to my love and her round cheeks are blushing. “Kelly. You are that miracle. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. These past few days have been pure magic. Being with you is bliss. It’s the closest thing to heaven that I’ll ever know and I want to feel this way every day for the rest of my life.”
I’m slowly walking toward her as my heart pounds. All eyes are on us, but our eyes are only on each other.
“I love you. I will always love you.”
Her eyes sparkle and her face lights up when I pull out a ten-carat diamond ring and drop to my knee in front of her.
“If you let me put this ring on, you’ll be mine forever and I’ll be yours. What do you say, red? Will you marry me?”
She covers her face with her trembling hands and when she finally removes them, there are tears in her eyes. “Yes,” she says as her lip quivers. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”
I leap up and wrap my arms around her as everyone claps and cheers all around us.
She agreed to marry me. That was the first part.
Now, I have to make her agree to do it before New Years’.
I slip the ridiculously expensive ring on her finger and she looks so damn thrilled that it makes my heart feel like it’s going to explode.
Yup. We’re getting married in the next few days.
Every day with her is a sweet bliss. I love being around her, but it’s torture that she’s not my wife. I’ll have to remedy that as soon as possible.
“I love you,” she whispers in my ear as she hugs me. “Thank you.”
“Merry Christmas, red,” I whisper back.
She gives me a long soft kiss on my lips and I moan when I feel her wet cheeks pressed against mine.
“Merry Christmas, fiancée,” she whispers with a smile when she finally pulls away.
I grin as I stare at my angel.
“It’s a Merry Christmas now.”
Epilogue
Kelly
One year later…
It’s another Christmas at our giant chalet in the mountains, only this time Trevor isn’t feeling so romantic.
Last year was the definition of a magically romantic Christmas with the amazing proposal and us getting married two days later.
This year is more of a lustful X-rated Christmas with the way he’s chasing me around the chalet with his tongue hanging out.
“Our families will be here any minute!” I say as his hands go straight to my ass. It was a mistake wearing another red dress for him when our families are about to arrive. He wants to tear it off me.
We’re in the kitchen and he’s feeling me up as he starts kissing my neck.
“We can’t start now, there’s company about to…” Actually, that does feel nice…
“Mmmm,” I moan as my body starts getting all worked up. Heat billows inside me and swirls down between my legs as his hands move up to my breasts.
I snap out of it and grab his wrist. “Later,” I tell him as I dig my nails into his skin. “Let’s wait until everyone leaves.”
“I’ve waited…” he says as he presses his hard cock against my thigh, making me gasp. Fuck, I’ve missed that dick. “…too long. I want that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock now.”
I don’t know how tight it is anymore since I just gave birth three months ago, but with his huge dick, everything is tight.
I made the mistake a few minutes ago of telling Trevor that the doctor had given us the go-ahead and my body was ready for sex. I thought it would be a nice Christmas treat and it would get him excited for tonight, but all it did was turn him into a crazed animal with the way he’s lusting over me.
“But the guests…” I say with a moan as I feel how hard he is. His cock is throbbing as hard as my pussy is and my resolve begins to break.
His strong hand cups my sex and I gasp when I feel his fingers sliding over my wet folds.
“All right,” I say in a breathless moan. “Make it fast.”
He drops to the floor in the kitchen and pulls me down with him.
Baby Nathan is sleeping in his crib, so we don’t have to worry about him. All we have to worry about is our families walking in for Christmas dinner and seeing me on the floor with my barbarian husband on top of me, balls deep in my pussy.
This isn’t a slow and romantic lovemaking. It’s frantic, wild, and desperate. Trevor yanks up my dress and rips my panties clean off. They’re in shreds on the floor as he shoves his hard cock into me with one hard glorious thrust.
We both cry out as he holds his throbbing cock in deep. I forgot how good he feels stretching and filling my pussy, and my whole body melts against the kitchen tiles.
It only takes three hard thrusts to unravel us both. We both cum as hard as the first time, screaming out so loud that we wake the baby.
My whole body flutters when I feel his hot cum coating my pussy walls and leaking out onto my ass. How did we go so long without this?
“Hello!” someone shouts as the front doo
r swings open. “Merry Christmas!”
“Shit!” we both say as the sound of a crowd comes pouring into our house.
Trevor jumps off of me and quickly pulls his big cock back into his pants and fumbles with his zipper as the footsteps get closer.
I sit up, pull down my dress, and try to smooth my hair out that’s now a hot mess.
We’re both standing up from behind the granite island when our families walk into the kitchen. They all stop short when they see us.
It does look rather suspicious. We’re both breathing heavily with our cheeks flushed, hair a mess, clothes dishelveled, and it doesn’t help that my torn panties are laying on the floor in full view of everyone.
Trevor quickly snatches them up and stuffs them into his pocket as his sticky cum begins to leak out of me and coat the inside of my thighs.
“Come in!” I say, ignoring the obvious. “Welcome and Merry Christmas.”
They all come in and settle down with drinks and appetizers. Trevor’s mom is holding her grandson Nathan and looking happier than ever.
I grin when I bump into Nathan by the fridge. “Maybe that wasn’t the best way to start Christmas dinner.”
“Are you kidding, red?” he says as he slaps my ass. “That was the perfect way to start Christmas dinner. And wait until you see what I have planned for dessert.”
My cheeks start to blush as my big powerful man struts away, cocky as all hell.
God, I love him.
Epilogue
Kelly
Nine years later…
The kids can barely contain their excitement as they stare at the mountain of presents under the Christmas tree. All five of them are staring with wide unblinking eyes, trying to see which ones are for them. We might have gone a little nuts with the presents this year.
I smile at Trevor as he watches me. He’s always watching me. Five kids and a decade of marriage later, and the man can still not contain himself around me. Even on Christmas morning.
We’re spending the Holidays in our chalet in upstate New York, which we do every year and it’s the perfect Christmas scene. The morning air is alive with large fluffy flakes of snow that cover everything in sight, the large tree is shining bright with hundreds of colorful lights, Mariah Carey is singing softly to us about the joys of Christmas over the speakers, the fire is roaring in the massive stone fireplace behind us, and our five kids are about to explode if we make them wait any longer.
“Can we open something?” our oldest, Nathan, asks as his face begins to turn red. “Please! I’ve been waiting for this since September!”
I grin as I glance over at Trevor. He’s looking adorable with a Santa hat on his head.
“Open one,” Trevor says. “Your mom and I have to get some coffee in us.”
He stands up and my heart starts to beat a little harder when I see the hungry look in his eyes. Uh oh. I know what that look means.
“Kelly? Want to come help me?”
I swallow hard as I get up. “Sure,” I say, trying to act nonchalant. “You kids just pick whichever one you want and we’ll be right back. Wait for us here, okay?”
They don’t answer because they’re too busy ruffling through the presents trying to find the biggest ones. As they grab their presents, I hurry out of the room after my sexy husband.
He’s by the coffee pot in the kitchen, pouring two steaming cups.
“Do you think we got them too many presents or—?”
Trevor’s arms are suddenly wrapped around me and he pulls me into his body for a deep sensual kiss.
I moan and turn to jelly as I melt against his hard body that’s covered in a soft t-shirt and pajama pants. His tongue thrusts in deep and I grab a fistful of his shirt, thankful for him and thankful that I brushed my teeth earlier.
“Merry Christmas,” he says in a low sexy voice that has me wanting more. My body is craving more of him and just the thought keeps sending tingling heat right between my legs.
“You didn’t really need help with the coffee did you?” I ask as my cheeks start to blush.
His big strong hands start moving down my sides and I gasp when they slip into my pajama bottoms.
“No, I needed something else…”
His voice is so deep and growly in the morning and it’s driving me crazy as he speaks low in my ear like this.
“What did you need?” I ask in a breathy moan as his fingertips get closer… so fucking close… “Milk? Sugar?”
“Cream,” he says as his fingertips reach my clit. I moan out loud as his finger presses against my button. I grab onto his thick tattooed forearm and crumble around his hand as he begins to play with my wet pussy.
“Trevor,” I gasp. “The kids…” I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip when I feel his fingers parting my folds and then sliding deep into my wet hole. Oh, Christmas cookies… He won’t stop now. Thank the Lord for that.
“They’re busy with their new toys,” he says as he slides in deeper. “And I’m busy with my favorite toy.”
“You’re going to end up on the naughty list,” I warn him.
“I’m already on it,” he whispers in my ear. “Lucky for you.”
I’m so wet as he runs his fingers along my slit while he keeps the bottom of his hand pressed hard against my aching clit. I start to writhe against him as little whimpers and moans fall from my parted lips.
I have one eye on the entrance to the kitchen and one on my dominant husband as he makes me even wetter.
“God, you are so fucking sexy,” he growls as he looks down at me. I swear, I’m not. I’m wearing twenty dollar family appropriate pajamas with no make-up and my hair is just pure mayhem right now. I am the opposite of sexy, but to him, I know I am. He always makes me feel sexy even with all of my extra curves and the baby weight that refused to leave with the babies.
“And you’re so wet,” he moans as he presses his erection against my leg. I gasp when I feel how hard he is. It’s going to be torture waiting for the Christmas presents to get unwrapped so we can sneak upstairs to continue what we’re starting.
“I have a thing for Santa,” I say with a grin. “That sexy red hat is really doing it for me.”
His eyes narrow and I laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of a fictional man?”
I wouldn’t put it past him. He’s a tad possessive when it comes to me. Even after all of these years and all of these kids, he still wants me all to himself.
“I’m jealous of everyone when it comes to you,” he says as he starts to rub my clit harder, getting me off.
I whimper as I look back at the entrance to the kitchen. “The kids are just outside,” I whisper between moans. “We have to stop.”
He pulls his hand out of my pajama pants and I’m shocked to see how much cream is coated on his fingers. Without taking his eyes off mine, he puts them in his mouth and sucks them clean. My breath quickens and my pussy pulses when he moans and I see how much he’s savoring my taste.
“Your cream tastes so fucking good.” I gasp as he thrusts his hand back into my pants and starts getting me off with his hand.
My body begins to tense with the need to orgasm. I can feel it building…
“This is what’s going to happen,” he says in a deep commanding voice. “I’m going to make you cum hard on my hand. Then, we’re going to go back in there and let the kids open their presents. Once they’re distracted with their toys, I’m going to bring you upstairs and throw you on the bed.”
I’m moaning and breathing heavily as he sends lightning shooting through my body with every firm touch and soft stroke of his hand on my sex.
“Then, I’m going to rip these pajamas off your body, spread your sexy thick legs, and then Santa is going to cum to town.”
The heat inside is getting unbearable. I feel my whole body tense and I grit my teeth as he relentlessly finger fucks me. My nails dig into his flexed forearm and I arch up on my toes as I cum hard.
My hot cream coats his hand and he
just holds me tight as the intense heat of the orgasm sweeps through me, crumpling me against him.
“Thank you so much for the Barbie!” my six-year-old Jasmine screams as she runs down the hall toward the kitchen.
I drop to the floor and hide behind the island as she enters the room.
“Where’s Mom?” I hear her ask as I try to catch my breath.
My cheeks are red hot and my pussy keeps sending shockwaves through my body that make me convulse. I’m crumpled on the floor with my back pressed against the drawers. The hard long outline of Trevor’s big cock is right in front of my face. If my third born wasn’t in the room, I’d pull down his plaid pajama pants and start sucking on his candy cane.
“She’s upstairs,” Trevor lies. “She’s grabbing her slippers.”
“Oh!” I hear the pitter-patter of her feet as she takes off in the opposite direction.
My sexy man looks down at me with a grin. “That was close.”
“Too close,” I say as I struggle to get up. “We’re on the naughty list now for sure.”
“That’s okay,” Trevor says as his big hand slides over my ass. “I got all the toys I need right here.”
“Save it for later, Saint Big Dick,” I say as I flick the furry pom pom on his hat. “We have presents to unwrap.”
We take our coffee mugs and return to the family room. I’m feeling amazing now. My body is glowing.
“Let’s make it fast,” he grunts as he follows me. “I want to unwrap those clothes from your body and slide up your chimney.”
There’s a grin on my lips as we walk back to the family room.
Looks like it’s going to be another magical Christmas.
Epilogue
Trevor
Thirty years later…
“Ho! Ho! Ho!” I say as I walk into the living room while ringing the bells.
All of my grandkids’ adorable little faces light up when they see me dressed as Santa.
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