Christmas Erotica Novels & Stories

"Fuck me like a whore! Treat me like your toy! Just don't stop!" The dirty talk was making me lose my mind. The taboo of it the fact that we were in the kitchen, on Christmas Eve, committing the ultimate sin made every thrust feel ten times more intense. I felt like I was floating, my entire world narrowing down to the point where his cock met my pussy. Noah's pace increased. He was no longer just fucking me; he was ravaging me. He gripped my ass, lifting me slightly with every stroke to ensure he was hitting the deepest part of me.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

The air felt thick with the scent of sex,my arousal, their clean sweat, and that raw masculine musk that made my head spin. “Please,” I whispered, my voice husky and desperate. “I need you both inside me. I want everything.” Jax’s dark eyes burned as he looked down at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Lila. Spread open and dripping for us.” He ran his big, rough hands slowly up my thighs, spreading them wider, worshipping every curve. His thumbs traced the sensitive crease where my leg met my body, so close to my slick folds but not quite touching. I whimpered, lifting my hips shamelessly.

When he pressed against my back, I felt something cool and smooth against my inner thigh, the spine of a book. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “One of my favorites for nights like this.” He dragged the edge of the closed book slowly along my soaked pussy, the leather teasing my swollen clit. I whimpered, pushing back, but he held me still. “Patience,” he chided. “We’re going to use literature properly tonight.” He set the book aside and replaced it with his cock, rubbing the thick head through my folds, mixing our juices. Then he thrust in deep from behind, making the ladder shake slightly.

Tristan says from beneath me and like a beast has been unleashed,Grey fucks me and fucks me till my whole body starts to shake violently. I’ve never squirted in my life but I’m doing it now shamelessly and blissfully and I’m doing it all over the Christmas tree by the chair. Lord have mercy, right now even Santa would not dare to be angry at me and if he chooses to, then I don’t mind having my name in the naughty list. “You dirty little slut” Grey says in his deep voice “Trying to get us in trouble with Santa and baby Jesus? I shake my head and push down on Tristan again and this time the two men take me again until I’m cuming hard for the third? Fourth?, fifth? Shit I’ve lost count of how m

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

Every powerful snap of his hips sent me higher, the mix of anger and lust making it all the more intense. I met his wild thrusts eagerly, nails raking his back beneath his shirt. “Don’t stop,” I begged, teetering on the brink. “Never,” he groaned. He kissed me fiercely as his rhythm turned erratic. My inner walls clenched around him, and with a few more strokes I was lost - crying out his name as I came in a shuddering wave. “Anna - fuck!” Ethan slammed deep and held, his body shuddering as he found his release. Heat flooded inside me and he crushed me to the wall, panting through his climax.

Sandro fastens his pace to reach his room quickly, he can't wait to open his fly and get his hard meat out. "I'm fine, Venice. Merry Christmas again, I need to hang up now. Goodbye," Sandro ended the call after he reached his room. He tossed his phone on the side table and quickly took off his sweaters and pants, leaving him naked. Sandro can't stand the heat within. Sandro laid on his bed, close his eyes. His mind quickly wandered to Demie. With her round breasts, Sandro wants to touch and squeeze those and bring its nips on his mouth. Just by the thought of it, made Sandro groan.

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.