His Christmas Cookie

If you ask me, I’d say that’s a pretty perfect life.EpilogueFrostTwelve years later…“I miss Christmas when they were little,” Cookie says as she places the last of the presents under the tree.

Our twins Snow and Mikel went to bed not long ago, and Cookie still likes to add presents under the tree on Christmas Eve to pretend Santa came. I would never deny her this tradition, or anything, for that matter.

“You mean when they would wake us up in the middle of the night to open presents?” I come up behind her and hold her close to my chest while she looks at the tree.

“Yes,” she sighs and then laughs. “Well, maybe not that part.”

I place my hand on her stomach and then slide it lower into the silk shorts of her pajamas. “Would you like another baby for Christmas?” I tease her, moving my fingers lower and between her folds. “Would you like me to fuck you here under the mistletoe?”

She purrs as I play with her clit and feel her wet panties cling to me. “Frost,” she whispers, looking around. “The twins just went to bed.”

“We’ll be quiet.” My cock hardens against her ass with the promise of pleasure.

“You’re never quiet,” she hisses but rocks against my fingers.

“Liar.” I bite down on her earlobe, and she moans. “Let me eat my Christmas Cookie.”

Without waiting for her reply, I pull her over to the couch and lay her down on it. She looks around like we might get caught, and maybe that’s adding a little to the thrill of it. I lick my lips as I untie her shorts and peel them off, along with her panties. She’s still in her silk top, but her bottom half is exposed, and my mouth waters.

I kiss the insides of her thigh as I push my hands under her ass and lift her pussy to my mouth. She gasps when I lick between her folds, and she grabs my hair with both hands.

When I eat her pussy, I write love notes to her with my tongue. I tell her how beautiful she is, and how much I need her. I tell her how sweet she tastes and how my life is complete because of her. She rides my face as I spell out her perfection, and when she cums on my mouth, I greedily drink her down.

“Roll over,” I growl, sitting up on my knees to unbutton my pants. She does as I ask, but her movements are slow because her orgasm made her sleepy.

“Maybe you can cum quick, and we can nap right here,” she says with hooded eyes.

“Don’t I always cum quick in your cunt?” She bends over, and I sheathe myself in her heat with one hard thrust. We both grunt as I hold her hips and grind against her. “The problem is you get greedy for another.”

“Do not,” she moans, pushing her ass against me.

“Liar.” I clench my teeth as her tight little pussy clenches on my cock, and I have to pull out so I don’t cum right away. “Too good,” I hiss, trying to gulp in a breath.

“Don’t stop.” She rocks up and down my length, her wet pussy making it shine in the light of the Christmas tree.

“You’re ready for another?” I plant a foot on the floor as I thrust in hard.

“Oh god, Frost.” She grabs the edge of the couch and holds steady as she braces for each stroke inside her.

Her pussy clenches when I move in and out, and I try to think of Christmas songs in alphabetical order to keep myself from cumming so fast.

“More,” she pleads, and I close my eyes tight.

“Carol of the Bells.” My voice is strained, but I know I can’t hold back much longer.

“Right there.” She tilts her pussy up just a little so my cock hits the perfect spot.

She buries her face in the pillow, and I feel her pussy clench on my cock. I thrust in one last time and give over to the need bearing down on me. The shared orgasm is pure and unfiltered joy as I fall on top of her and hold her close.

I manage to stay inside of her and spoon her from behind as we lie on the couch and catch our breath. After a moment we both smile, and I lean over to kiss her.