Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
The scent of lemon and sandalwood clings to my face as I get out and towel off. It’s soft as I rub the towel over it, and once again she was right. It feels nice, and I decide I’ll let her be the judge after I get dressed and meet her and the kids downstairs for cocoa. I tie the towel around my waist, and when I walk out of the bathroom I stop dead in my tracks.
She’s standing there in some kind of sexy Mrs. Claus costume, and my cock springs to attention. I’m instantly hard as my eyes devour all the skin she has on display and the scraps of red fabric that cover all of my favorite places.
“What are you doing?” I ask warningly as she slinks off the bed and pops one hip out.
“Just giving you another early Christmas present.” She winks at me and twirls around. I groan with need.
She’s got on a little red skirt complete with a fluffy white trim that’s only long enough to cover her pussy. Her triangle top is the same way—tiny red patches over her nipples with fluff all around. My fingers twitch at my side, but if she wants to put on a show, I’m not about to stop her.
“I used the stuff you got me on my beard,” I tell her, yanking off my towel and letting it drop to the floor. Her eyes go right to my thick cock bouncing between us, and she licks her lips. “I want you to tell me how soft it feels.”
“Okay.” She smiles and reaches her hand up, but I shake my head.
“Not like that.”
Before she can blink, I grab her around the waist and toss her in the middle of the bed. She squeals as I climb on and lie on my back. She’s still trying to catch her breath as I grab her around the waist and pull her on top of me.
“Sit on my face and see how good it feels.” I grab her ass with both hands and pull her to my mouth. Lucky for me she doesn’t have anything on under that little skirt.
I push the white fluff out of the way as her knees move on either side of my face, and she grabs the headboard. As soon as my tongue makes contact with her wet seam, she moans and rocks against me.
“Dasher,” she begs, moving her ass back and forth while she rides my tongue.
“You like it?” I ask and then bite the inside of her thigh.
“Yes.” Her voice echoes in our room, but it’s fine. We had it soundproofed years ago because I didn’t want her to ever hold back.
She arches her back, and I feel her hand wrap around my cock as my tongue sinks into her pussy. I growl, and she moans at the vibration while we’re both overwhelmed with sensations.
Eve never lasts long like this, and with one little suck and a flick of my tongue she’s falling over the edge of pleasure. I look up and watch her lost in rapture as I lick her pussy clean. As soon as the last pulse of her orgasm rolls over her, I slide her down my body and then sink my cock deep. She cries out at the tightness, but it’s always like this after she cums. I get bigger and harder every time I watch her climax, and her pussy needs a second to adjust.
I grab her by the back of the neck and pull her down for a kiss as she stretches to make me fit. I smell her pussy on my beard, and the feeling of her tongue against mine is almost too much. Fuck, I want to eat her cunt and fuck her at the same time, but I’m a greedy bastard when it comes to my wife.
“Santa's got his cookie,” I say and kiss my way down her neck. “What about the milk?”
I untie the bow at her neck and let the front of her outfit fall away. I look into her eyes as I kiss her nipples, and she waits for what comes next. I use my hand to hold her breast up while I lave her nipple until the pearl of milk appears. Her pussy clenches around me as I take a drink and I feel her getting wetter.
There’s nothing about my wife I don’t love, including the milk she makes for our babies. She’s still nursing our last one, and I want to take advantage as long as I can.
I switch to the other one and feel her grind down on my cock. She’s needy now and ready to cum again. It’s dirty what we’re doing, and it turns her on even if she doesn’t ask for it.
“You taste so sweet,” I tell her, rubbing my face against her nipple, and she grips my hair with both hands. I’m not even thrusting into her, she’s just rubbing her pussy on my shaft as she gets wetter and wetter. “Since you’re still nursing I can cum inside you all I want.”