Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“I want you to put a baby in me.” After ten years, I thought we were done with babies. We have three little ones and she’s an accountant, working in the same building as me. Still, if she wants to add to our family, I aim to please.
“Santa can do his best.” I slide her dress up over her ass, cupping those round cheeks to feel nothing on underneath. “Someone has been very naughty.”
I slip one hand along her slit, dipping into her gash, coating my fingers in her slickness. Pulling them out, I bring them to my lips, I enjoy my dessert. “Slide up here. Santa wants a present too. Ride his face first.”
“Are you sure?”
“I didn’t grow this bread for nothing,” I growled. It’s only a little one, but I want her where I want her, so I swat her ass. “Up now. Hold onto the headboard.”
She moves too slow, so I lift her up and plant her pussy on my face, grinding her slit on my mouth. Her wet gushy, cunt riding me like a fucking rodeo. Growling, I part her thighs and slip a finger into her hole, working her tight slit. I want her legs shaking and her voice cracking as she comes for me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cries. Her hand slaps the wall. “I’m coming.” Her thighs shake beside my head.
I slide her down my body, making sure to let that bare pussy skim my rock-hard bulge and stare at my sexy little minx in her Santa getup and smirk as her chest heaves. “We’re not close to done, Beth.”
I run my fingers over the white trim barely covering her breasts, gliding along her pale ample flesh. Moving myself into a sitting position, I tug her top down, watching her tits fall out of the red and white dress. They were large before, but after three babies they’ve only grown bigger. With both hands, I cup them and bend my head, licking her dark nipples.
“Ah, yes.” Her head rolls back, hips rock forward, rubbing her pussy over my hard cock, stiffening it further until it drenches the top of my boxers.
“Be a good little helper and free me, baby.”
“Yes, Santa.” She reaches into my boxers and pulls my cock out, stroking my length until I’m long and firm. “Wow, you really like my suit.”
“It’s incredible, but I love you, Beth.”
“I love you, Colter.”
“It’s time to get on the North Pole.” I lift her up and help her glide down my cock. Her tiny pussy swallows my dick, making it vanish in her tight cunt, puffing out her belly. My palm slides up her spine between her shoulders, my hips cradling hers while I demand, “Ride me, naughty girl.”
She presses her hands on my shoulders and bounces, knees digging into the mattress and ass hitting my thighs. “Fuck, it feels good.”
Needing to take control I flip her onto her back and pull out. She gasps, but I only stop long enough to take my boxers off and whip them across the room. Then I’m back, lifting her to the middle of the bed, my hands in her hair, her knees bent to her ears and my dick so deep she’ll feel me for days.
“Oh, shit. Colter, you’re so deep,” she whines.
“You need me to take it easy, baby?” I ask her.
“No, I need it. I need you.” I bang into her, rocking the fuck out of our bed, until she’s shouting my name and I roar hers. I empty my load and keep her pinned down as I kiss her, forgetting that we put our kids to bed three hours ago and it’s just a little after midnight on Christmas morning.
There’s a jiggle of our door handle. “Mom, Dad, is everything okay?” Fuck, that’s our oldest. Our daughter, Sadie.
“Yes. Everything is okay. Just go back to bed or Santa won’t come,” Bethany says. At least she’s calmer this time. This isn’t the first time we’d been caught by the kids, so we always lock the door.
“Santa most definitely came,” I say, rubbing Bethany’s ass as she tries to cover her body with the bed sheets. The door is locked and the kids can’t get into our bedroom.
“Are you sure?” Our son, Brandon says. The youngest is probably still sleeping. At four, it’s surprising that he can sleep through the night, but it’s a blessing.
“We’re sure. Now, go to bed.” Their little feet pitter patter back to their rooms and I grab my wife and flip her onto her back. “Now where were we?”
“You gifted me with another baby.”