Merry Christmas Erotic Novels & Stories

I stand alone on the icy field, turning back every few minutes to look at the road behind me. When my hands grow numb from the cold, I scroll my social media feed and see a recent post from my younger sister, Giada Soave. Holding gifts in her arms, she sits beneath a luxurious crystal Christmas tree with my parents embracing her from both sides. Ivano stands behind her with his hand resting lightly at her waist and his eyes full of tenderness. The caption reads, "Merry Christmas, I'm grateful to spend the holiday with those who love me most!" The comments section buzzes with blessings, praise, and envious messages.

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

The contrast of the cold wine and her hot mouth made my pussy clench hard around Darren’s fingers. The water rippled around us as Marissa pulled my top down completely, freeing my heavy, wine-slick breasts. She latched onto one nipple again, sucking harder while her tongue flicked the sensitive peak. Darren’s fingers pumped faster inside my pussy, thumb grinding my clit until my hips bucked wildly. “That’s it… let us take care of you,” Marissa whispered, biting gently as she pinched my other nipple. I was shaking, gasping, the pressure building so fast I could barely breathe.

“Let them have it, Clarissa. You’re already theirs. Just feel it.” The finger penetrated. It was a slow, burning invasion, a stretch that felt impossible. She cried out, a muffled sound around Jax’s cock. But as the finger worked deeper, curling inside her, a shocking jolt of pleasure shot up her spine. It was wrong, it was filthy, but her body arched, pushing back against it, wanting more of that strange, intense sensation. Marcus’s cock pistoned in her pussy, his pace becoming frantic. “She’s gonna cum!” he shouted, more to the stream than to her. “Look at her face! She’s fucking loving it!”

I ran two fingers through her folds, coating them in her slickness, then pushed them inside without warning. “Fuck… so tight,” I groaned. “You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you?” “Yes… Dr Hale…” she whimpered, pushing back against my hand. I curled my fingers, stroking the spot that made her cry out. “Call me Marcus when my fingers are inside you.” “Marcus… please…” I added a third finger, stretching her while my thumb circled her swollen clit. She was dripping down my hands and the wet filthy sounds filled the library.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

Judy whispered, like she was afraid her joy might scare Malaya away. Malaya's smile was smaller this time—still shy, but real. "Merry Christmas, Grandma Judy." Judy's hand flew to her mouth. Tears spilled without permission. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," she breathed. "Oh… thank you for calling me." Jerry leaned into view, impatience playful. "And what about me, huh?" Malaya giggled. "Merry Christmas, Pawpaw." Jerry's entire face lit up. "That's my girl!"

My head was thrown backwards, eyes shutting tightly, chest heaving so fast. "Look at you," he grunted, his eyes demanding I acknowledge the utter ruin he was making of me. "Screaming my name while I use your body. You're cheating on your husband, Summer, and you've never felt better." The dirty talk was a sharp, wicked edge to the already overwhelming pleasure. With a sudden change in rhythm, he started thrusting faster, harder, pushing me against the cool, unforgiving counter. The sounds of our sweaty bodies meeting, the rhythmic slap of wet skin on skin, was the loudest, most forbidden Christmas carol I'd ever heard.

After a couple dry pulses, his cock unloads a huge blast of hot jizz far into my pussy, filling me up as each subsequent pulse shoots another stream deep inside me, glazing daddy Santa's daughter in his batch of lust. I moan, the warmth of daddy Santa's love matching the warmth of the spirit of Christmas. He twitches, his cock spilling so much seed into my young cunt that daddy Santa struggles to hold himself up through the whole ordeal. He shakes as his orgasm violently escapes him, making me shiver as his cock finally empties inside me.

Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk. As I came down from my high, Damien pulled out, his body glistening with sweat. He turned me around, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and desire. "You're incredible, Emma," he said, his voice breathless. "The way you make me feel... it's unbelievable." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "I'm glad you think so," I said, my voice was seductive. "Because I'm not done with you yet."