The Christmas Virgin: A Filthy Dirty Christmas

“Only for the tenth time today. Hopefully, we get the-all clear tomorrow and can head home. Though, you do realize between both of our families, the house is going to be crawling with people.” A smile comes over me. I couldn’t be happier. My brother is back stateside, enjoying his time off for the first time in years. However, it is almost forced, seeing as how he’s been balls to the wall since he entered the Navy when he was eighteen.

“So worth it, even when I hate to clean the massive house we bought. In times like these, it’s needed.” Our home is massive. Both Warren and I came to the conclusion that we wanted at least four children. To do that, we needed a bigger home. I was okay with just getting a three-bedroom, two-bathroom home for the time being. Warren wasn’t. He didn’t want to uplift our family and move again. When he put it like that, I understood. Not that I was expecting the five-bedroom, four-bathroom house, with a bonus room and a state-of-the-art kitchen. That was Warren’s doing. He loves to cook, and I’m happy to give him that chore to do the dishes, and he’s already talking about adding a swimming pool this summer.

“I told you we could hire help. It might be necessary for the first few months, anyway.” I roll my eyes at him. It’s not that I’m working full-time these days. I’m more of a part-time employee, and even then only working when Get Hooked is launching a new product, needing my set of eyes.

“Maybe.” I try to appease him. He sees right through me, though.

“I’ll just do it, and you can yell at me later.” That sounds about right. He usually does that, and all I can do is shake my head. He’s an alpha male through and through and will do anything to make my life easier.

“That’s a possibility, too. I love you, Warren, you and Jeremy. So much.” I’m getting sleepy. Nursing Jeremy won’t be easy at first. In fact, if it becomes too difficult, I already have it set in my mind I’ll pump and use bottles.

“Love you, sweetness.” My eyes fall shut. There’s nothing better than having your world right there besides you, especially when Warren’s hand slides into mine, giving it a squeeze, reassuring me that he’s always with me.

Epilogue

WARREN

Seven Years Later

“Warren,” Halo moans as my cock tunnels in and out of her wet cunt. A rare day when we don’t have our four children banging on the door, asking for a snack, to help wipe someone’s ass, or just wanting to be with us. I love them, fuck, do I love them, but having my wife to myself, even for a few hours, is damn bliss.

“Don’t you dare,” I tell her, already knowing she’s close to the edge, and I’ve barely been inside her.

“What did you expect? You’ve teased me relentlessly for the past hour, not allowing me to orgasm. Now you’re deep inside me, and you expect me to hold back. No freaking way.” She tightens her pussy around my length in retaliation.

“We haven’t gotten any alone time since before Leona was born. What did you expect?” She’s on her hands and knees in front of me. She wanted to be on top, but there was no way that was happening this round.

“To come!” We’ve kept the apartment in the city, renting it out during the busy season or having family use it when they’re in town. Tonight, it’s ours. Both sets of grandparents are staying at our place to watch our four children, ranging from seven years old down to just turning one.

“You will, but not yet,” I respond. My hands are on her hips, holding her for when I know she’s going to come. That’s why I slide my fingers down the side of her body, going straight to her clit. I use two fingers, pinching and pulling at her. She slams back on my cock when I start to retreat. I band my arm around her chest, pulling her up, sitting back on my legs.

“Oh God.” Her head tips back. My mouth latches onto her throat, sucking on it at first, then nipping before licking away the pain.

“Fuck me, yeah, Halo. Just like that,” I groan, our bodies working together, her wetness coating my fingers. I work her nipples back and forth, doing the opposite of how I’m going at her clit.

“Warren.” Her head tips over her shoulder, and I make my move to taste her lips, wanting to swallow down her moans as she comes apart for me. Our skin is slick with sweat, the sheets are a fucked-up mess, her hair mussed from my fingers, and I’m sure mine is much the same from the way she was gripping it when I was eating her. Fuck, the way she climbed on top, her pussy hovering over my mouth. Christ, thinking about the way she latched onto my cock, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. Needless to say, we changed positions quickly.