Merry Christmas Erotic Novels & Stories

My Wife's Dirty Fantasy (6) In the days after that Christmas night out, I couldn’t stop thinking about Grace and Jordan. I kept thinking about how far they’d already gone—him sucking her tits in the car, fingering her in the back of a taxi, her on her knees, sucking his cóck like it was nothing. It was insanely hot, and dangerous as hell.

“Wow!” “There's far more later.” “There better be,” she teases before we laugh. I'm so proud that she's mine. “Merry Christmas, my love.” Misha winks, “Merry Christmas, and we will have an extremely good night.” The End —-Author’s Note—- Even if love is fated, we still must strive to accept each other and ourselves. May your holidays be filled with love, not just for others but for yourself, too. Merry Christmas, Lynn Byrne *** More to come for Damon and Misha. What is hell really like?

He laughed as well and leaned down to kiss me, his lips meeting mine in a crash of ice and lust. “Well we better make the most of it before the magic runs out.” I nodded my head and leaned in to kiss my beautiful creation. “Merry Fucking Christmas,” I said as he leaned me back and plunged in once again. This was shaping up to be the best holiday ever.

A thick rush of our mixed cum leaks out, sliding warm down my balls. “Good,” she whispers, kissing me again. “Because Mrs. Claus isn’t done with her favorite elf yet. When you’re hard again, I’m bending over this throne so you can watch it drip out of me while you fuck another load into your new favorite holiday tradition.” Merry fucking Christmas indeed.

“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.