Merry Christmas Erotic Novels & Stories

I feel her grip on my arms tighten and she wails, her mouth wide, her eyes wide. and "Fuck Daddy I’m cuming underneath me, the most beautiful creature on the planet, cumin for me, her Daddy. And the sight of her cumming is so fucking beautiful that I can't hold it any longer. I growl, my chest rumbling as my cock explodes, my balls shooting everything I've got into her sweet amazing pussy.

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.

"We should be thanking you. This is—I mean—" "Life-changing," Marcus supplies. "Seriously," Jackson agrees. "I'm pretty sure we're never going to top this." "Well," I say, rolling over to straddle Marcus, "the night's not over yet." His eyes darken. "Again?" "One more time." I lean down to kiss him. "For Christmas." He grabs my hips, already getting hard again beneath me. "Yes ma'am." This time is slower. Less frantic. We've gotten the desperate need out of our systems and now it's just about pleasure.

I looked up at them,Nick’s beard still dusted with glitter from my elf costume, Marcus’s hair mussed, both of them looking wrecked and satisfied. They didn’t say goodbye. They just kissed me again,one on each side of my mouth then turned back toward the grotto to clean up. I stood there alone for a moment, thighs still sticky, body still humming, snowflakes catching in my hair. And in my head, I whispered to you,the ones who’ve been reading every filthy second of this: Merry Christmas, folks. I’ve already gotten my perfect Christmas gift tonight. What’s gonna be your filthy Christmas gift?

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.