He enters the room, and he’s on me before I can even get a word out.
“This my Christmas present?” he asks, going straight for my neck and lavishing kisses on my skin.
I roll my head to the side and see the clock reads midnight. It’s Christmas now.
“Yes,” I moan. “There is something else.”
He raises his head to look at me.
“I’m already pregnant. Merry Christmas.”
Epilogue
Ten years later…
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I place a kiss on her bare neck and hear the little moan she lets out.
“Come upstairs with me,” I coax, trying to steal her away.
She turns in my arms, and her dark green eyes find mine. She brings her hands up to my face, and I see a little mischief in her smile.
“We’ve got a castle full of guests.”
“That’s not a no,” I say, pulling her from the crowd.
We’ve been together long enough that I know every single tell. The lift of the eyebrow, the way her smile pulls at the corner of her lips, the way her body leans into mine. She wants me as badly as I want her, and she’s challenging me to come and claim it.
She wore the strapless red dress tonight to torment me, I know it. And the worst part is, it’s doing the damn job. The sweetheart neckline shows her ample cleavage, and the way it hugs her small waist is obscene. I didn’t want to let her walk out of the bedroom to greet the party, but she waited until the last second to walk out, and I couldn’t pick my jaw up off the floor in time to stop her. She’s been through the crowd a couple of times, saying hello to our guests. And I’ve been glued to her side, unable to take even one step away from her.
Our annual Christmas party seems to grow each year. Though I’ve stepped away from a large part of the everyday responsibilities of the company, Christmas loves to entertain. Seeing her eyes light up with excitement as she greets everyone and wishes them happy holidays, I know I’ll never deny her this pleasure. The kids are running around, and the whole castle is abuzz with cheer. She’s done it once again and everyone praises her efforts. It makes my chest swell with pride that people can see how truly amazing my wife is.
“Where are you taking me?” she whispers as I pull her into my office.
“You know how nostalgic I am,” I say. I close my office door behind us and click the lock into place.
Without a word, she walks over to my desk and perches her glorious ass on the edge of it. Slowly, she crosses her legs, and the split in her dress falls away to reveal her creamy thighs.
“Higher,” I orders, nodding at her dress.
She does as I ask and pulls the material up to show me more.
“Now spread your legs.”
I see the subtle blush rise to her cheeks, and my cock hardens. Even after all this time she can still get shy. Something about that is such a fucking turn on.
After a second of hesitation, she spreads them, and I see she isn’t wearing panties. I growl at the sight and charge over to her, pushing her back on the desk and reaching to undo my slacks. I fumble with my belt as her breathing picks up, and I knee her legs apart roughly.
“You were walking around all night without panties,” I say through gritted teeth. The need to rut her is bearing down on me. “You let this sweet, naked pussy strut around unmarked on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” she whispers, her voice soft as a cloud.
“Maybe?” I grunt as I free my aching cock and run the tip through her wetness. She’s soaked and primed for me to take her. Hard.
I thrust in all the way, and she gasps as I moan. Her tight, wet heat surrounds my cock, and her sweet cunt throbs on it. I reach up and pull her dress down, exposing her fat tits. I use my other hand to brace myself over her body as I pound into her. Her tits shake, and I lick my lips before I lean down and suck one into my mouth. Her tight little nipples are so hard, and her fingers grip my hair as I bite down on one.
“Oh God, Nic,” she moans, and I hammer into her harder.
The sound of my desk scooting across the wood floor means nothing to me as I hump her like an animal. I’m possessive of Christmas and all her attention. And when we are like this, I want her to know there’s nothing in the world but me. I soak it all up and give her the most pleasure possible because I want her to feel as good as she makes me feel.
“My sweet, dirty girl. Walking around with no panties on all night. I’m going to have to punish you for this.” I thrust harder, and she moans, her hand moving to grip my shirt. “Maybe I should pull out and cum on your pussy. Only good girls get it inside.”
“No,” she mewls. She throws her head back and squeezes her eyes shut. She’s so close. “Please, Nic. You know I like it inside me.”
“Then what will your punishment be? You’ll never learn if I let you get away with it,” I snarl, leaning back a little and reaching between us. I rub my thumb across her clit, and it sends a jolt of pleasure through her.
“Nic!” she shouts, and I smile down at her.
“Maybe I should keep you from cumming…”
“I’ll make it up to you. I promise,” she pleads, her eyes on mine now. They’re wild with need. “I’ll suck you off tonight.”
I laugh and shake my head. “You like that just as much as I do.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
“And how will you prove this to me?” I ask, thrusting hard into her again. She moans and licks her lips.
“I’ll make sure you check next time.”
This eases the beast inside me a little as I rub slow circles on her clit. “I think that might work. But I still think you should show me how sorry you are after all of our guests have gone and we’ve put the kids to bed.”
“Deal,” she says, squeezing her cunt around my shaft. She’s a few strokes away from going off, and I’m ready to give us what we both need.
“Until then, you’ll walk around all night with my cum dripping out of you.”
I rub her clit harder and feel her climax start. She arches her back and squeezes her thighs around my waist. The pulses in her pussy pull my own cum out of me, and my balls draw up as my semen starts to pump inside of her.
A long, low moan falls from my mouth as I thrust hard one last time and release into her. The waves of pleasure run down my spine, and I growl her name as I climax. The orgasm is so strong that I nearly fall on top of her when it finally stops.
“I can’t walk,” she moans as her legs fall to the desk and she lets out a little giggle.
“Then I’ll carry you,” I say, leaning down and kissing her lips softly.
“You’re always so good to me.”
“Because you deserve it. You deserve to be treated like my queen.”
“I love you, Nic.”
“I love you, too. Merry Christmas.”
We kiss again, but this time it’s slow and sweet. Knowing I’ll never have my fill of her.