Merry Christmas Erotic Novels & Stories

Chris moans out, his pace slowly down as he rides his orgasm, my body quivered hard against the kitchen island as my orgasm racks through me. “Fuck baby, that fucking pussy”, Chris says as he slaps my ass hard, pulling out of my quickly. He turns around quickly, ramming his fingers into my cum soaked hole. “CHRIS!” I screamed, gripping onto his hand tight as he started pumping his fingers fast into my destroyed hole . “Please pl..please I can’t” I whimper, struggling to be stable on my feet. Chris shakes his head at me, a coy smile playing on his lips. “Mmhmm baby” his other hand finds my clit, rubbing hard and fast. He was pinching and pulling in my sensitive bud while his finger continuous

On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl" I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.

We both laugh but then he said something really touching, "You know...this's all I want for Christmas...I want you!" "I know, sweetie...I'm thinking' that same thing." I watched him lustfully admiring my dick and rub his hand over my taught abs. In its glory, the cock was swollen and bobbing inches from his face. He quickly returned to caressing and stroking the fruit of his manly desires. Even though we'd been together forever, and every aspect of my body was vividly pictured in his head, he loved to hold me...touch me...and lick me. Celebrating every inch...every vein, he rode my dick with his mouth, over and over and over. I felt the head pulsing and pushing at his throat, "Uhhhh...uhhhh.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

“Right now. Fuck me against this wall. Make me come on your cock while the whole gala wonders where I am.” Marcus pulled his fingers out with a wet sound that made me whimper. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, his eyes locked on mine, groaning at my taste. Then he spun me around, pressing my cheek to the cool marble. He yanked the dress up over my hips, exposing my bare ass and dripping pussy. The sound of his zipper was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, and longer than I’d imagined. The heavy head nudged my entrance, sliding through my slickness. “Last chance to stop this,” he warned, his voice strained.

His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand. “Rene, I’m so close.” After a minute, he grunted as cum shot onto his stomach and chest in thick streams. I wanted to lick it off, slurping and savoring the taste. I wondered how Remy would feel inside my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. “Next time, I’m coming in that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen.

I was still kissing him when he made me come again, his body hitting my clit in just the right way to make me clench down on his cock and tremble uncontrollably against him. Aaron groaned when I did, his thrusts becoming harder and staggered, and before he even started leaning into me, I knew he was close. "Gonna come," he grunted. His face as he came was amazing. The moment of tension as his eyes slammed shut, the way his mouth dropped open, the breathless sound he made as he pumped his cock inside me those last few times... it was fascinating and erotic and beautiful. He sighed after a moment, a deep release of breath before he held me close to him with his lips against my neck.

Snow fell outside, the world quiet, bearing witness to the sinful, decadent celebration inside. When they finally collapsed, tangled together, she looked up at him, her eyes wide, still trembling. Her big tits heaved, pussy glistening, innocence now a memory wrapped in pleasure. “Best… Christmas… ever…” she whispered. He kissed her forehead, brushing wet hair from her face. “Santa always delivers… and you… you were the perfect gift.” She smiled, trembling, shivering, every nerve ending singing from pleasure. This Christmas, her wish had been granted in full—her innocence, lust, and every desire wrapped into one decadent, unforgettable present.

He massaged Jeremy’s cock, using the precum that leaked out like actual cum from Jeremy’s tip, as lube. He slammed the cock into him again, a gasp spilling out of Jeremy’s lips. “Y-yes,” he replied, his eyes rolling backwards as Marcus started a low grind against his ass, his long, curved cock buried deep inside him. Jeremy barely registered the waves build up deep in his muscles, but he felt Marcus tense up also, a curse slipping past his lips. In matter of moments, both men came tumbling down high waves of pleasure. Jeremy shooting cum all over the floor next to the counter. Marcus’s cum shooting straight into Jeremy’s ass, thick spurts scattering around them.

She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised. As their lips met once more, Sadile felt herself being guided to the couch, her body positioned between them, a willing participant in the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candles Travis had lit, casting shadows on the walls, shadows that danced in time with their movements. Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs.