Kissing Kringle - A Forever Safe Christmas

“That was amazing,” she says giggling as she raises off my still hard cock.

“Do we have time to take a shower?” I ask. She looks at the alarm clock on my side of the bed.

“Fuck! No. Your parents are probably already here,” she says rushing back to where she flung her flowing red dress and pulls it back on. I dress quickly as well, and we head back out into the living room. The girls are watching yet another Christmas animated classic while Ian and Deanna stand in the center of the living room and stare at each other. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Ian is wearing Deanna’s same shade of lipstick. Keeping a laugh to myself, the alarm system alerts us that the gate has been opened. Kristina has no issues ruining their moment though.

“Hey lovebirds? Maybe you wanna knock that shit off before Bev and Joe get inside? Ian, I think you have pink lipstick on your face and your shirt. You might clean that up,” she says laughing as she walks into the kitchen. “D!” she shouts.

“What?” Deanna says as her dazed expression finally clears.

“Come help me,” Kristina says, and Deanna takes off in the direction of the kitchen.

“What the hell was that?” I ask Ian before hugging him.

“Claiming what’s mine,” he says taking his bag of gifts to the tree and unloading them.

Good enough for me. I thank my lucky fucking stars that I didn’t have to wait for Kristina to grow up and that I claimed her on the mother fucking spot.

She was mine the second she walked into that nursery. Fake Santa got his girl, hook, line, and sinker. This time, I don’t keep my chuckle to myself.

“Ho, ho, ho motherfucker.”

Epilogue

Kristina

Fourteen Years Later

Today is the first day in almost a month since I have been able to get all of the kids out of the house. Deanna said she would watch them for a couple of hours if I do the same for her next week. I could hardly say no to that because some alone time with my husband sounds fucking perfect right about now.

“Baby girl, where are the kids?” I hear my husband call out from down the hall and I grin. He stopped working so much and only goes into the hospital once a week and of course whenever we need to do a charity thing. He still plays Santa every year but now I play Mrs. Claus, right alongside him. Today, he’s been gone almost all day that’s how I was able to get all the kids gone before he got home. When I don’t answer him, I hear his footsteps start to walk towards our room. “Kristina,” he asks coming into the room then he stops short. “Fuck, baby girl you look sexy as fuck,” he groans. I am on my side on the bed completely naked. Sixteen years and six children later, he still knows how to make me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. He quickly strips down and stalks towards the bed.

“Well, husband, the kids are with their aunt and uncle for the rest of the day. Whatever shall we do with all this free time?” I ask batting my eyelashes at him.

“Oh, I have a couple of ideas, wife.” His hard cock is sticking out, long and proud. I lick my lips.

“Yeah, so can I.” He shakes his head like he knows what I think.

“Nope, as I recall, you got to do some torturing yesterday. Now, it’s my turn.” He gives me a wicked grin before grabbing my ankles and flipping me onto my back. “Spread your thighs, baby girl, I want to see what’s mine.” I moan and do what he asks. He licks his lips. “Fuck, you’re always so wet for me. You just crave my cock, don’t you?” I nod my head.

“Always. I always crave your cock, Nicky.” I moan running my hands down my sides. He climbs onto the bed, in between my thighs and settles onto his stomach.

“Let’s see how many times I can get you to come before you’re begging for my cock.” He kisses one of my thighs then the other, causing me to moan. He spreads me wide with his thumbs, then licks me from my ass to my clit. He starts running his tongue in a circle eight. My hand goes into his hair.

“Oh God, that feels so good, Nicky,” I whimper. He growls and sucks it into his mouth at the same time he thrusts two fingers deep inside me. I scream out as my orgasm comes out of nowhere. Fuck, he knows how to get my body to orgasm so easily.

“That was one, baby girl, give me two more,” he demands. He twists his wrist and his fingers hit my g-spot. I gasp. He leans forward over my body and sucks my left nipple into his mouth while still fingering my g-spot. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I moan.