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Something strange glints in his arrestingly blue eyes as he thinks my question over. He sits on the edge of our bed and holds out his arms to me. “No help, but why don’t you sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas.”
My spine tingles as heat blossoms in my core. We don’t do this every year, but I’d be lying if I said the idea of getting romanced by my big husband as he plays this role didn’t make me hot and bothered. “I was thinking about that,” I say as I settle into his lap. “You’re always listening to everyone else’s wishes. What if I listened to yours instead?”
His brow furrows. “Oh?”
“I want to hear what you want for Christmas, Santa,” I nod at him. His grip around my middle tightens. I can feel him already beginning to get hard underneath all the fake fur and velvet of the costume. “I promise to be a good girl and listen.”
Matt lets out a long breath as his eyes run up and down my body. “A sibling for Jamie,” he says, his words making me go still in his arms. “That’s my Christmas wish.”
I look up into his eyes to see that he’s sincere. My handsome husband has hardly aged at all since we got married. He’s got a few gray hairs in his beard, but you’d never guess that he’s actually over forty at this point. He’s just as strong and capable as he was when we met. I flash him a sly smile, letting my hands slip up to start undoing all of the buttons he just finished fastening moments ago.
“What if I told you that I’ve been a naughty girl,” I murmur.
“What did you do, little girl? Do I need to take you off the Nice List?”
“I was naughty, but I think Santa might like it,” I explain. “I had an appointment with my gynecologist a few days ago and I asked her to remove my IUD.”
Matt swears under his breath as I start to push his coat off his shoulders. His gaze is hooded and dark with want. “Well, that certainly is naughty.”
“What can I do, Santa?” I ask as I straddle his lap. “Can I still get back on the Nice List?”
“Yes, but you’re going to have to ride this cock like a good little girl to show me that you deserve it.”
And that’s how I find myself sinking down onto his length, relishing the way my walls stretch to accommodate him. He takes my hips in his large, strong hands, and helps me work up to a steady rhythm.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans as I buck my hips. “So fucking good for me.”
Already the excitement of the moment is beginning to pool low and hot in my body. When he pushes my dress up and takes one of my nipples in my mouth, my hips stutter and still as I get overwhelmed with pleasure. It won’t be much longer until I’m coming, and I tell him as much. He starts to bounce me on his cock, fucking into me hard and fast as we both approach our peaks.
“Look at you,” he pants. “Such a good girl, letting Santa breed you like this.”
As soon as the praise sinks in, my back arches. I start to come, my entire body trembling as I soar with my orgasm. I feel him pull me close, slamming me down on his cock one last time before he spills within me, filling me to the brim. The groan he lets out in my neck is low and needy, and already I feel like I could go again. I love knowing that I made him make that sound, that we have so much love and desire for each other.
As we both come down from our highs, we huddle in each other’s embrace, talking softly to each other.
“Why didn’t you tell me you got your IUD out,” Matt asks. There’s no judgment in his tone, just curiosity.
“I wanted to surprise you,” I reply. “I was going to tell you after we opened presents and got some time alone, but then …”
“You came and sat on Santa’s lap,” he smirks at me.
I pout at him. “I had to prove I was a good girl for Santa.”
He kisses my temple as he runs a hand soothingly up and down my back.
“Sweetheart, you’re the only girl—naughty or nice—that this Santa needs. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
~The End
