Merry Christmas Erotic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he commanded, his hands gripping her ass to pull her down even harder. She let out a long, muffled moan against his neck as her climax finally hit. It was a massive, shaking release that made her entire body go rigid. She felt her pussy explode, her juices gushing out and soaking the seat beneath them. She collapsed against his chest, her heart hammering like a trapped bird. "That's it," he whispered, kissing the top of her head as he gave one last, deep thrust to finish himself off. "Merry Christmas, Jenna."

" The sky exploded in a riot of gold and red fireworks. At that exact second, my body went into a violent spasm. I was having a literal seizure of pleasure, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. Sinbad let out a guttural roar, sucking on my neck as he emptied his hot load deep inside my ass. Simultaneously, Killian crashed his lips onto mine, muffling my screams as he bucked one last time, filling my pussy to the brim with his thick sticky seed. I was shaking, dripping, and completely spent. "Happy New Year, Red," Killian rasped, pulling back with a dark smirk. "Happy New Year, beautiful," Sinbad breathed, his forehead resting against my shoulder. "Happy New Year to you both," I whispe

"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

Making it last till she shook and babbled. Then I let go. I pushed deep and groaned. Shot thick loads inside her. Pump after pump. Filling her up till cum leaked out around my dick. I stayed in her for a minute. Let the cameras catch the mess dripping from her fucked pussy. Chrissy panted under me. Blindfold still on. Small smile on her lips. “Thank you… thank you Nate. That felt so good…” I kissed her forehead softly, then whispered, “Good girl.” But my eyes were on the laptop.

He didn't pull out immediately; he stayed inside me, feeling the aftershocks of our shared climax. He leaned forward and kissed me, a hard, passionate kiss that tasted of lust and forbidden desire. When he finally pulled away, he looked at me with a smirk. "Merry Christmas, Mom," he whispered. I looked up at him, completely ruined and satisfied, but I knew one thing for sure: this wasn't a one-time thing. We had opened a door that could never be closed, and I couldn't wait to see where it led us next.

“Come with me, baby.” She did for the fourth time, screaming my name into the night as she gushed all around my cock. “Ahhh….nghhggg…Kane…..mmmm….Kane” I buried myself to the hilt and let go, pulsing, flooding her, painting, claiming every inch of her. We stayed locked together, panting. Snowflakes starting to fall around us like a fucking movie. I pressed my forehead to hers. “Merry Christmas, Elena.”

We kiss for many seconds until we're both breathless, our hearts pounding so loud we can hear it. “Merry Christmas doll.” Jaxon whispers against my parted, throbbing lips. He caresses my face, his greenish-amber eyes telling me just how much he loves me and will never let me go. I shift closer to him, careful not to let his cock pull out, then I touch his lips with my trembling fingers and whisper to him with all my heart, “Merry Christmas Daddy.”

She imagined his low, gravelly command: Tell me who you belong to in the dark. She imagined his strong hands roaming her young body, calloused fingers teasing her sensitive skin. Ariana bit her lip, stifling a moan as she pictured Mateo's intense gaze boring into hers, dark with barely restrained desire. Her hips bucked against her hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. In her fantasy, Mateo loomed over her, muscles rippling as he slowly undressed, revealing his mature, virile form inch by tantalizing inch. Ariana's heart raced, pulse pounding between her thighs as she lost herself in the erotic daydream, chasing her rapidly building climax...

_Aria's POV_ I looked at the calendar on the wall. The date looked back at me and my stomach tightened. The dreaded day would come soon. It was the twenty-fourth of December today and the memory still sat fresh in my throat. I could taste it like old blood. I could see the lights and hear the sirens. I remembered what happened three years ago. I remembered everything. I had been looking for scissors to open the Christmas presents when I noticed the black file lying in the corner of the sofa. It did not belong there. The living room was too neat for loose papers. I frowned and set the wrapping aside.

Another message came, this time it was a picture. As soon as I saw the picture, the fork slipped through my fingers and fell on the plate, startling Aunt Mira. My jaw dropped, my heart sank, my pulse quickened. On my screen was a picture of Damon and me having sex in his car. The picture captured my head thrown back in reckless abandon, my mouth pouted, and my eyes shut. It only captured Damon from the side, but clear enough to see his face buried between my breasts. A third message followed. “This would make a really viral picture"