CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

NOLAN POV

"I'm going to grab the towel and the robe. Then we can go inside. I'll make us something to eat," I said, kissing her body gently.

Gwen smiled up at me. "That's why I came down here! I was actually going to offer to make lunch for us. I still can, you know."

"How about we make something together?" I suggested. "It will be faster, and more fun."

I quickly stepped out of the warm tub, grabbed a big towel for myself, and the soft robe for Gwen. I picked up her clothes for her. We hurried out of the cold air and into the warm house.

Once we were both dressed and warm, we met in the kitchen. We decided to make simple grilled cheese sandwiches and cut up some leftover grilled beef. We worked very well as a team. We moved around the kitchen easily, never getting in each other's way, and finished making the food fast.

I went and built a fire in the fireplace again. We took our lunch to the living room and ate by the warm fire. We talked about everything and anything, but we both carefully avoided talking about April.

I found out that Gwen liked many different kinds of music, movies, and books. She had a very wide and interesting taste.

"Creative arts—like books, movies, and songs—always show you a little picture of the society at the time," she explained, taking a bite of her sandwich. "I read a lot of different fiction books, like the werewolf ones you see everywhere now. But even those books, the way people act in them, are like a modern story about our time. Writing is like that. Music, art, and even movies are the same."

I thought about that for a moment. "I had never really thought about it that way," I admitted. Her idea made me realize again how smart she was. I had always thought that studying Maths was just about boring numbers and calculations, for people who were maybe a little strange. But for her, Maths was a way to understand how the world works, too. She saw its effect on society, not just the numbers themselves.

"So, you can see how the common social rules and beliefs change over time just by looking at the arts," I commented.

"Exactly," she nodded. "What people thought was completely wrong or bad a hundred years ago might be totally fine today. With that said, there are still some things that are considered wrong, things that probably won't ever change."

I didn't think before I spoke. "Like having a relationship with your daughter's friend?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Gwen blinked and looked down at her sandwich for a moment. "Maybe," she said quietly. "Though two hundred years ago, a man whose wife had died would often marry a woman even younger than me, who could have been his daughter's friend. But that would have been mostly a matter of getting another heir—a child to take over for him."

"So, not just for simple fun or pleasure?"

She just shrugged. "I'm sure he found some pleasure in it. Maybe she did too. But for them, having safety and security for the future would have been the bigger, most important reason."

I hated that I had made our fun chat become serious and quiet. I needed to change the subject fast.

"Since you are so good at Maths and understanding things, how good are you at general knowledge games?" I asked, forcing a light tone back into my voice.

She smiled, and I felt relieved. It seemed she was happy for a new topic too. "I'm not bad at all," she said.

"Good. Because we have Trivial Pursuit, or we have Candyland. And if I never have to play another game of Candyland in my life, I will be perfectly happy."

She laughed, a bright, clear sound. "What do you have against Candyland?"

"Before kids can count well, there aren't many board games they can play. Candyland is one of them. And April could never get enough of that game. I think I must hold the world record for playing Candyland," I joked.

"That would mean April holds the record too," she pointed out.

Well, I actually do like Candyland," she admitted, "but I'm much happier playing Trivial Pursuit, don't worry."

It turned out that Gwen was extremely good at Trivial Pursuit. And it was exactly because of her wide interests in art and reading a lot of books. She didn't just see the arts as part of her reading a lot of books; she also knew a lot about sports and entertainment. She knew a huge number of completely useless facts!

We played several rounds, and I lost most of them. Then, we worked together to make a simple dinner. Afterward, we did the dishes side-by-side. I made us both more hot chocolate. We settled back onto the big couch in the living room, and I put more wood on the fire to keep the room cozy.

As midnight—the start of Christmas Day—got closer, I patted my lap, inviting her to sit close to me and tell me what she wanted for Christmas. I never found out what she asked for. The moment her soft, wonderful ass was settled on my lap, I was immediately hard and ready for her.

“Santa has a present just for you,” I whispered, pushing her gently back onto the soft couch cushions. I was ready to do what I had been wanting to do since she sat down.

“What is the present?” she asked, a wide, excited smile on her face.

“You have to get down on your knees to unwrap your Christmas present, you little slut!” I growled, my voice deeper now.

“Yes, Nolan!” she cooed, sounding very sexy.

“Shh… you can't have this present if you don’t call me Alpha daddy first!” I insisted, playing the game she seemed to love.

“Yes, please Alpha daddy!” she begged, her eyes full of fire.

I turned her around so her back was to me and slapped her butt cheek firmly. I slid her small  thong down and tossed it to the floor. I spread her legs wide and immediately buried my face in her wet, warm pussy. Gwen gasped sharply and let out a soft moan. Her whole body started to tremble.

"Oooh, hell, Alpha daddy... That feels so goooood," she breathed out.

I moved my face all over her, my tongue darting in and out of her very wet pussy. I licked up and down the soft lips of her sex and pulled on them gently. I sucked her flesh into my mouth and loudly slurped up her sweet juices. Then, I began to flick my tongue in and out of her tight little back hole.

"Oh my goodness, you taste amazing," I said, my voice deep and thick against her skin. "But I have something that will taste even better."

I reached for my bag and pulled out a small packet of Hershey's Kisses chocolate. I took one out, unwrapped it, and put the chocolate in my mouth. Then I went back to slurping on Gwen's kitty. Her sweet juices mixed with the melting chocolate, making a truly lovely taste in my mouth.

"Now that is delicious," I growled, feeling like a beast.

"Fuuuggg..." Gwen moaned loudly and rolled over onto her front, keeping her legs kicked back wide. I continued my warm, oral chocolate attack on her pussy.

"Yeah, Daddy Santa... You like that sweet chocolate pussy? Lick it really good... Mmmmm," she purred, loving every second of it.

I flicked my tongue across her clit and sucked on it very gently. She suddenly shook with a powerful orgasm. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head from the pleasure.

"Oooooh my Goddddd, I really needed that," she moaned softly. She was trying so hard to be quiet, but it felt too good to hold back.

She pulled herself away from me quickly and pushed me down onto the floor. She ripped at my pants fast. "Come on, Santa daddy. Show me that big lump of coal," she exclaimed, and I loved how dirty and demanding she sounded now.

I quickly unbuttoned my red shirt and pulled it off. Gwen then pulled off my boxer shorts. My thick, hard rod stood up tall and proud. It wasn’t her first time seeing it, but her eyes still danced with excitement. She dove between my legs and took control of it. She took half of it down her throat and coughed hard as she gagged herself.

"Oh shit..." I moaned, already close to losing control.

Gwen pulled off my cock and licked up and down the long shaft. She made a happy sound as she sucked on my flesh greedily. She then sat up and looked at me.

"Can I have a piece of candy?" she asked sweetly, pointing to the chocolate bag.

"Sure," I said, grabbing the bag of kisses and giving one to her.

I watched as Gwen happily took the chocolate from me and unwrapped it. She popped it into her mouth and immediately went back to sucking on my hard cock. Soon, she had me covered in her drool and my own sticky juices. She started to jerk me off quickly as she sucked, moaning and purring the whole time.

"Oh my goodness, Santa daddy. You taste incredible," she cooed.

"Ohhh, fuck, baby. You need to ride this pony!" I squeaked out, ready to burst.

"Oh yes, I sure do," Gwen moaned. She sat up and wiped her messy mouth with the back of her hand. She climbed onto my lap and rubbed the tip of my cock against her own trembling clit.

"Oh hell yes... This is exactly what I need," she whispered, her voice husky.