Secret White Lover (BWWM Interracial Erotic Romance)

by Porsha Jackson

  I was kind of hoping she wouldn’t have noticed.

  “We’re going to miss Santa,” I said, dodging the question.

  She grabbed my hand and I helped her out of bed.

  “You have to be quiet though, okay?” I said to her.

  “Okay,” Kimberly whispered back to me.

  We crept through the doorway and then towards the stairway. We could see the shadow cast by Nicholas on the wall as he moved around the tree, placing down presents.

  Kimberly gasped.

  “Shh,” I said to her.

  We slowly began to walk down the stairs. The stairs creaked and groaned as we descended.

  Then, we saw him. Nicholas dressed in full Santa gear was placing presents under our tree.

  “Mommy, look!” Kimberly whispered to me.

  I placed my finger on my lips, motioning to her to be quiet. She grabbed her mouth with her hand and looked back at Santa. Nicholas stood up as he finished placing the gifts under the tree. Then, he turned around to us.

  Kimberly grabbed my hand tightly.

  “Ho, ho, ho!” he said out loud. “Well if it isn’t little Kimberly!”

  Kimberly stood frozen in excitement.

  “Santa Claus?” she said softly.

  “That’s right,” he said. “You’re supposed to be asleep in bed.”

  “Sorry, Santa,” Kimberly said.

  Nicholas laughed.

  “That’s okay,” he said.

  “Come here,” Nicholas held out a small wrapped box. Kimberly walked over slowly.

  “This is for you,” he said.

  The box wasn’t one that I had wrapped. You could tell because the wrap job was actually well done, unlike my barbaric efforts.

  “Thank you, Santa,” she said

  “Go ahead, open it,” he said, smiling.

  Kimberlylooked up to me for a second approval. I nodded, smiling. She began to tear away the wrapping. I looked up at Nicholas and he was looking at me, smiling. I smiled back. What a charming bastard.

  “A bunny!” she said.

  I looked down and Kimberly was holding a beautiful stuffed bunny rabbit. It was white and had long droopy arms and ears.

  “Thank you, Santa,” Kimberly said.

  I stared at the rabbit for a moment before realizing I’d never told Nicholas about Kimberly’s Christmas bunny fixation. I looked up at Nicholas. He was still smiling at me.

  “It’s my pleasure, dear,” he said. “But I really must be going now.”

  “Say goodbye to Santa, honey,” I said.

  “Goodbye Santa,” Kimberly said, sweetly.

  Santa turned towards the fireplace then he stopped.

  “You wouldn’t have a carrot for my reindeer, would you?” Nicholas asked Kimberly.

  “Go grab a carrot from the fridge, honey,” I said to her.

  Kimberly turned and ran to the fridge. I looked up at Nicholas. He laughed.

  “Thank you,” I said to him.

  He just smiled at me as Kimberly returned with a carrot. She handed it to Nicholas, and then I took her by the hand.

  “Okay, sweetie. Let’s go back to bed,” I said.

  “Okay,” she said. We turned back to the stairway

  “Merry Christmas, Kimberly!” he said.

  “Merry Christmas, Santa Claus,” Kimberly replied.

  I took her up the stairs as Nicholas watched. I brought Kimberly back into her room and helped her down into her bed. Kimberly was holding her new bunny rabbit.

  “Wow,” she said to me.

  “I know, right?” I replied.

  “Did you see all the presents?” Kimberly asked.

  I laughed.

  “Go back to sleep, love, and we will open them in the morning,” I said.

  “Okay. Goodnight, Mommy,” she said to me, closing her eyes. I snuck back out of her room and closed her door, all the way shut. I quietly made my way back down the stairs. Nicholas had removed his Santa hat and coat

  “Thank you so much. You just made her Christmas,” I said to Nicholas.

  “I love to do it,” he replied.

  “You look amazing,” I blushed.

  “Oh, thank you,” I replied, smiling.

  He smiled at me

  “Please, have a seat,” I said. “I’ll go grab some cookies.”

  He laughed.

  “That sounds great,” he said.

  I went into the kitchen and picked up a plate of cookies. I looked down curiously at the bunny cookies. I took the plate into the living room.

  “How did you know Kimberly liked bunnies?” I asked, curiously.

  “Santa knows everything,” he said, smiling at me.

  I offered him a cookie. He took one and bit into it.

  “These are excellent,” he said.

  “Thank you,” I said. “It’s my mom’s recipe.”

  I sat down next to him on the couch.

  “Sorry if I’m over dressed... I just thought...” I began to awkwardly say.

  “It’s fine. You look incredible. I’m sorry I didn’t really bring a change of clothes.”

  It was okay. I could just barely see through his tight white button up shirt. I could see all the outlines of every one of his bulging muscles.

  “So, you don’t have kids you need to be with tonight?” I asked.

  “Nope,” he said. “No kids.”

  I smiled

  “I was married once, but we never had kids,” he said. “Misses Claus never wanted them,” he joked.

  I laughed.

  “Well, in a way you’re very lucky. They can be quite the hassle.”

  “I love kids. It’s why I do what I do,” he said. “Kimberly’s a wonderful little girl. You’ve done a great job.”

  “Thank you for saying that,” I said.

  He stretched his arms out and cracked his back. I watched as his big muscles flexed as he extended them into the air.

  “Long day,” he said.

  I was so distracted by his bulging biceps. I forced myself to look up from his arms to his face.

  “Yeah?” I asked, in my daydreaming state.

  He smiled and reached his arm around my shoulders.

  “It’s nice to just relax,” he said.

  His arm was heavy on my shoulders, and I could feel his hard muscles against my neck.

  “You’re very big,” I said, awkwardly. “I mean, strong.”

  He smirked.

  “Thanks,” he said.

  “Not the typical Santa, but it works just as well.”

  “Your suit is very nice,” I said.

  I went to feel the fabric of his pants by placing my hand on his thigh. I could feel his powerful leg muscles and I moved my hand along his thigh.

  “Thank you. I made it myself,” he said.

  “Really?” I asked, with my hand still on his leg.

  I moved my hand up his leg, almost as if I was out of control of my body.

  “Really,” he said.

  His hand began to caress my shoulder as my hand slid closer and closer to his cock. His leg was so thick and muscular; I could feel every ridge of every muscle. Then, my hand moved onto the shaft of his cock. It was very long. I slid my hand all the way up it, right to the base of his dick.

  I pulled my hand away quickly, realizing what I was doing.

  “I’m so sorry. I...” I said. “I-- I just go carried away.” I was so embarrassed. My heart was thumping so loudly, he could probably hear it.

  He leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. I sat there frozen for a moment, and then I looked him in the eyes. He stared at me, smiling. I leaned in and we began to kiss. With his strong arm, he pulled me in closer to him. I placed my hand back down on his thigh as we made out on the couch. I could feel the warmth emanating from his body onto me. His lips were so soft. I felt his tongue tickle my bottom lip as we made out.

  I slid my hand back up his thigh to his white cock again. I was so sexually charged. I needed that cock so badly. I began to rub
my hand up and down the length of his shaft. I felt it begin to throb and grow bigger and bigger. His free arm wrapped around me and grabbed my side. He pulled me in closer again. Our bodies were pressed up against one another. He rubbed his big strong hand up and down my side.

  I took my hand from his cock and moved it up to the waistband of his pants. I slid it down. I could feel his thick man bush as I made my way to his big, bare throbbing dick. I grabbed his meat in my hand and began to stroke it. It grew so large, that I couldn’t even touch my fingers together.

  “Fuck me right here,” I said to him.

  He laid me down on the couch, and then began to undo his suspenders, just like in the dream.

  “Fuck me,” I said again. I was so hungry for his big, manly cock.

  He pulled off his shirt, revealing his massive cut torso. I remained still as I watched him undress.

  He leaned forward and took my dress from the base and began to pull it up over my body. I lifted my hips up off of the couch so he could slip the outfit over me. As he pulled the dress off, I reached down and pulled his pants down to his knees, along with his boxers. His huge hard cock dangled over me and I could smell his manly scent of pine and firewood. I took his manhood in my both of my hands and pulled on it. I looked up at Nicholas.

  I looked him in the eyes, letting him know that I wanted it. He took a step over me and planted his knees on either side of my hips. His cock dangled right in front of my face. I took it and guided it into my mouth. It was so thick; I couldn’t even fit it in. I took my tongue and slid it from the base of his dick to the throbbing tip.

  It tasted so good and sweet. I did it again, applying more pressure. Every taste made me want it more and more. I had to have it. I took his dick again and lined it up with my mouth. I opened as wide as I possibly could and I shoved it in.

  I miraculously managed to stuff it into my mouth. I began to suck and thrust my head forward and back keeping one hand on the base of his shaft. I heard him let out a deep moan. I pushed my hand back into his hairy bush and then began to stroke his shaft while I blew him. With my other hand, I reached around and began to massage his asshole.

  “Fuck,” he said, in pleasure.

  I kept pushing his enormous cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. God, it felt so good. It slammed into the back of my throat over and over. I breathed in through my nose then pushed my head forward. I opened up my throat and started to push his cock into my mouth, deeper and deeper. I could feel his long cock throbbing deep in my throat. I began to gag.

  He began to thrust himself into my mouth. I removed my hand from his cock and placed it on his side. He humped my face, over and over, sending his throbber deeper and deeper down my throat. His thick bush began to push into my nose. I gagged over and over but I didn’t care. I was so hungry for his white dick.

  He slid his penis out, leaving a long strand of saliva hanging from it. I coughed. My head fell back and I tried to catch my breath. His dick was gargantuan, almost extending all the way up to his chest as it dripped with my saliva.

  He began to remove my panties, exposing my dripping wet pussy. My panties had already soaked through; I was so horny.

  He moved himself back and aligned his white cock with my black vagina. I took my hands and placed them on the sides of his body.

  Then, I felt him penetrate me. His cock pushed hard against the tight walls of my pussy and I could feel his veins pumping blood through his cock. He pushed his wet manhood in deeper and deeper, slowly. Once his hairy pelvis reached mine, all the blood seemed to leave my extremities and flowed into my lady place. My head fell back again and I surrendered to him.

  He pulled out slowly and then slammed himself into me hard, squishing my warm wet pussy juice out, all over my legs. He did it again and again, harder and harder. I couldn’t move. I was completely limp as he pounded me.

  I could hear my vagina slurp every time he pulled back. With my hands, I began to guide him in harder. I pulled my hips up every time, getting the most out of every thrust. He began to accelerate. My pussy was getting hotter and hotter.

  It began to tingle and pulsate, like an epileptic at a Pink Floyd concert. The tingle became stronger and stronger. I reached down with one of my hands and began to rub my clit, feeling his cock push by with the tips of my fingers.

  I was about to cum. I lost all feeling in my body and my autonomic system took over. I began thrusting my body into his almost as hard as he was into me. We both began to accelerate, in time with one another. His dick was becoming harder and harder, like it was made of stone and his veins were throbbing so hard I could feel them pulse against my pussy. I was so close. My pulsing pussy released another bout of hot juice.

  I came as he groaned loudly and my pussy muscles constricted around his hard white cock. He came. His hot cum began to fill my pussy as he shoved himself into me aggressively.

  I looked up into his handsome eyes and he looked down into mine. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I felt his throbbing dick slip out of me and his cum began to trickle down my leg.

  I smiled.

  We stayed up together for another hour, sipping wine and eating cookies. He held me in his arms as we watched the fire flicker.

  “What are you doing Boxing Day?” he asked me.

  “Just hanging out with my kids,” I said.

  “I want to see you again. Maybe I can come over once your kids go to sleep?”

  “What about tomorrow?” I asked.

  “I have to get some work done tonight, then tomorrow I need to relax for a day,” he said.

  “It’s my only real day off the entire year.”

  “Okay. Boxing Day it is then,” I said as I ran my hands through his large beard.

  He ran his hands through my hair and I began to doze off. The crackling fire was like a hypnotizing metronome. He stroked my hair over and over and before I knew it, I was asleep. The next thing I remember is being laid out on my bed. Nicholaspulled the cover over my body. I looked up and smiled. He turned to leave

  “Good bye, Nicholas,” I said.

  “Good bye, Kenya,” he said as he left.

  I closed my eyes and began to fall asleep. I opened them briefly and looked out the window. A shooting star crossed the sky, seemingly emanating from my house. My heart filled with the same childhood wonder that I saw in Kimberly when she saw Nicholas downstairs. I smiled, closed my eyes and fell asleep, excited for Christmas morning.

  That night was truly magical.

  The End