Novel & Cerita Erotic Christmas Stories

Finally, he woke up his sleeping wife enough to get her up and into bed where they made slow sleepy love before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms. The days leading up to Christmas passed quickly and were filled with laughter and love-making. They baked endless batches of cookies and Christmas treats. They enjoyed reading together by the fireside and several rounds of sensual sex in the hot tub. The morning before Christmas, Dave woke up before Erica. He lay there and watched her sleeping peacefully for a few minutes. The blankets were pulled down, exposing her tender breasts. They were perfectly round and firm. Time had yet to soften them or make them droop. He ran a lazy hand down

I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

Ethan slammed into her cunt in one savage thrust, bottoming out so hard her arms gave out. “Fuuuuck, this cunt is still so tight.” Jax knelt in front, forcing his cock back down her throat. Ethan spat on her asshole and shoved two fingers inside while he destroyed her pussy. “You’re taking it in the ass tonight too, slut.” He pulled out of her dripping cunt and pressed his fat cockhead against her virgin asshole. Lia screamed around Jax’s dick as Ethan forced his way in, stretching her raw. The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

She hugged me warmly. “Elena, you always pick the most divine venues. This place is perfect.” Lucas’s eyes met mine over her shoulder dark, hungry, full of secrets. My thighs clenched at the memory of him inside me against the window, his cum still leaking down my leg when I’d left last night. We tasted cakes. Vanilla bean with raspberry, chocolate hazelnut, lemon elderflower. Victoria chatted about the “intimate” ceremony, her hand occasionally brushing Lucas’s arm.

"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.

She felt guilty for wanting more. One Christmas after too many sherries, he had pushed his hand up under her jumper and fondled her breast over her brassiére. Shocked and ashamed by the warm melting feeling between her thighs, she had pushed him away. He had apologised and she had not dared to ask him to touch her again. But oh, how she had longed for him to stroke the inside of her thigh above the top of her much-darned stocking, to slip his hand inside the loose leg of her cami-knickers.

"He's not the type of man who would find himself in the wrong bedroom, or under the wrong covers, seeking a heat that doesn't belong to him. He is a pillar of virtue. He knows that secret sins are the heaviest burdens to carry." The double entendre was so thick it was a wonder the guests didn't choke on it. Ryder was vibrating with a primal, sexual energy. The way she was weaponizing his own faith against him, the way she was standing there looking like a virginal saint while speaking the language of a seasoned sinner, turned him on more than any physical touch could. He wanted to lunge across the table, rip that pink dress off her, and fuck her right there in front of the centerpieces and t

He doesn’t stop, keeping his mouth against me as he takes me through the orgasm, easing up only when my body relaxes into the mattress. Slowly, he removes his hand and places a kiss on my pelvis. I was right, I think almost deliriously. Merry Christmas to me. He crawls up to cradle my head between his arms, settling his hips between my legs as his maple honey eyes study me. “You coming might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says.

He leaned forward smoothly and grabbed my wrist firmly, and without warning, he pulled me down onto his lap in one swift motion. A soft gasp escaped my lips at the sudden movement, my body jolting as I struggled to steady myself. Then his voice suddenly came out in broken, incoherent sounds, while his eyes remained fixed on my chest: “Now sit on this cock and ride it until I cum hard inside of you.” As if I was under a spell, I slowly lifted myself and positioned my body properly on top of him. But just as I was about to let his cock slide into my dripping entrance, he suddenly grabbed my waist and stopped me mid-act.