Christmas Smut Novels & Stories

Clutch asked. “I’m not sure we really want to know.” “Let’s go find Cutter,” Clutch said. “If he’s not stuck in the fuckin’ chimney.” The inside of the chapel looked as if a bomb had gone off during the taping of the “Burning Saints Holiday Special.” A very fresh-looking fir tree was propped up in the corner and decorated liberally with beer cans, bras, and panties. The tree looked as if it hadn’t been cut down, but rather pulled out of the ground. Grown ass men were passed out with Christmas ornaments hung in their beards. Tinsel was draped over every imaginable surface. Where there wasn’t tinsel, there was trash. Saints were strewn about the place, asleep on any chair, sofa, or available f

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

he said. "Besides, it's not as if you don't know this about me. I can't stand women who are poor and dumb." Although he said this, his gaze had a hint of fondness. It was completely devoid of the disdain he had first shown when talking about Melissa. Just a week ago, I told him that since our wedding anniversary is on Christmas day, I wanted to have a proper celebration with him. He had impatiently replied, "Why should we celebrate Christmas too? You're so ridiculous."

"Well, the night of the Christmas party, I smelled your cologne. But I highly doubt that has anything to with my wolf. I also felt a pang of jealousy in my heart when Lydia showed up at the festival and at Suzy's." I couldn't believe my ears. "Baby, I don't wear cologne." Winter's eyes grew wide. "As for the pang of jealousy, that was your wolf being protective of the mate bond." Tears started to form in her eyes. I pulled her into a hug wrapping my arms tightly around her for comfort bringing her to sit on the couch. "What's wrong, love?"

"They were for my daughter. They were her Christmas and birthday present plus her biggest wish... I was going to make her Christmas wish finally come true. AND NOW IT'S ALL RUINED!" By the time she has finished talking, she has gone from sad to angry and it's a side that I like. I would much prefer her anger to her sadness and tears. "Well, there's still time until Christmas and when is her birthday?" she smiles, and for once, it's genuine and happy, and fuck she looks beautiful. "Her birthday is on Christmas day. She's a Christmas baby. A Christmas blessing." Now I can understand her smile because it makes me smile too.

I screamed around Ethan’s shaft. We came together in a sweaty, filthy explosion. Dylan flooded my pussy with pulse after pulse of hot cum. Carter unloaded deep in my ass, the overflow leaking out around his shaft. Ethan pulled out and painted my face and tits with rope after rope of thick white cum. I kept cumming, body shaking, holes clenching, milking every last drop. We collapsed in a sticky, cum-drenched heap. Cum oozed from my stretched pussy and asshole, dripped down my thighs, and coated my chin, cheeks, and heaving breasts. My hair was a mess, my makeup ruined. I looked like the perfect used-up slut.

"A moment of weakness?" I let out a quiet, humorless laugh and pulled a sheet from the stack before holding it up. "Then, explain this." The words "paternity test report" on the page hit him like a blow, and there was no denying the blood relationship between him and Benjamin. I looked down at him. "Finnick, I've known for a long time. On Christmas night, I saw you holding that boy with my own eyes while you promised Yvonne jewelry and even an amusement park. From that moment on, I stopped loving you."

My name was Giselle Sutton, and I had carried myself with a demure and refined demeanor ever since I was a child. No one knew the truth—that I desperately lusted after men. Although I was the campus belle, I only started dating my first boyfriend, Blake Finch, when I was about to graduate because of my parents' strict rules. The atmosphere during Christmas Eve was perfect. Blake brought me back to his rented apartment, wanting to give me an unforgettable first time. I pretended to be reserved, but in reality, I was already brimming with impatience.

My cheeks burn as I sit up, shoving my hair back. “Just packing, and packing’s a nightmare for me,” I say, dodging Jess’s suspicious grin who have been my best friend since forever. She knows me too well. “You sure you’re up for this weird family Christmas marathon, or should we just ditch them?” I ask, definitely not feeling the vibe of this so called holiday. Jess flops onto the couch, kicking off her boots. “Free food, snow, and your mom’s wine stash? I’m in. Plus, I gotta see these stepbrothers.”

Both of us suddenly shy. "Merry Christmas," he said. "You already said that." "I'm saying it again. In private. Where I can actually mean it without everyone watching." "Merry Christmas, Derek." He reached over and took my hand, the same way he'd done a dozen times today in secret. But this time, we didn't have to let go. "Thank you for the bookmark," I said. "I meant what I said earlier. It's beautiful." "I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure if it was too much. Too presumptuous."