Erotic Christmas Novels & Stories

“There’s something I’ve got to do.” She exposed the thick pink flesh of his erection. He was already perfumed with the scent of arousal. She traced a tongue against his hardness and then sucked gently on the swollen purple dome. Josh stiffened in his seat. “This is too intense. I can’t hold back much longer.” “Hold it as long as you can.” She breathed the words warmly against his erection. He twitched and pulsed beneath every syllable. “Let me taste your cock until I’m swallowing every drop that you shoot into my mouth.”

“That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.” He hesitated, eyes dropping for a split second before lifting to hers again. “I have a game later that day,” he added more quietly. “So I won’t really be around after that. I just… I don’t want to miss any more than I already have.” Laila closed her eyes briefly, her heart giving an uncomfortable, painful twist. Christmas morning had always been sacred to her—a space she’d fiercely protected. It had been just the two of them for so long. Pajamas, cocoa, soft music drifting through the house, laughter that belonged only to them. Letting someone else into that moment felt terrifying, like loosening her grip on something she’d b

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 is smirking at me, and his eyes are full of heat and love fixed on me. God, how does he still make me feel like this? I lean in close, whispering against his ear with a sly smile, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Mr. Luther.” He grins, leaning back, his fingers moving closer to my clit. “Oh, I fully intend to finish it, Mrs Luther.” And his fingers start rubbing my clit over my panties, making me bite my lower lip. And just like that, Christmas becomes even warmer. Fuck! I want him to stop and continue both at the same time.

As he looks at me in surprise, I playfully get some on my finger and smear it on his nose. He laughs, the sound echoing in the air, but then his expression quickly shifts. The playful atmosphere takes on a different tone as a spark of desire flickers in his eyes, adding an unexpected and tantalizing twist to our Christmas festivities. I untie the apron from around his waist and yank it over his head. Just as I suspected, his dick is hard and ready for me. Without hesitation, I put the jar over him and twirl it around to evenly coat his long, chocolate member.

Nicholas “Merry Christmas!” shouted a smiling street performer, handing out small candy canes. “No, thank you,” Nicholas Kerstman said, shaking his head as he walked past. “But it's Christmas time! Take one,” the performer urged. “Embrace the season.” Nicholas sighed. Why did Christmas have to come every year? “Sure. Why not?” Nicholas said with a shrug as he took the candy cane into his hand. When he thought the street performer couldn't see him, he threw the candy cane into the nearest trashcan.

"You shouldn't. Lana is absolutely fine, nothing is going to happen to her so stop worrying dear" "I hope so. When is her Christmas party coming up" "Its on the 25th by 12 noon" First lady Samantha said, giving her husband a gentle smile. "I'll have to double the security at the venue, I wouldn't want there to be any trouble" "There won't be any problem Freddie, you worry too much" "She's our only child Sam, I've got to protect her with everything I have" the President said, lightly tapping his fingers on the table.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

"I see. If you let me, I'd rail that pussy raw and knot deep inside you. My clit throbbed. Soon the bar emptied out. We both stepped outside in the parking lot, his beat-up truck waited. He helped me get in and then, he drove deep into the woods, parking where no one could see. He got out fast, pulling me with him. He slammed my back against the truck door. Placing his lips on mine in a hungry kiss, his tongue invaded deep. His big hands grabbed my ass hard as he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Fuck, Erica," he growled against my lips. "You taste so damn good. Been hard for you since I walked in." I ripped his shirt open, buttons pooping off. His chest rock hard with scars

She was killing me, and she didn’t even know it. A determined look crossed her face, and I froze when I spotted two balls of tears standing in her eyes. I might’ve missed it, if I wasn’t paying close attention. “What’s wrong? Did I say something–” I paused. She didn’t come off as someone fragile. I subconsciously balled my other hand into fists. “Today is Christmas Eve, and that bastard cheated on me.” She hiccuped. A look of derision crossed my face. “He’s a fool, whoever he is, to cheat on a gorgeous and smart woman like you.” I said firmly.