by Maine, Miley
I stepped out of the bathroom in my Santa outfit and posed for Julie. She laughed her ass off, almost spitting out the eggnog she was downing. She was a little bit tipsy, and so was I, if I’m being honest. I told her I had another surprise for her, and she was very intrigued, even more so when I told her to get naked.
“Uh, oh,” Julie said. “I’m afraid I’ve been very naughty this year, Santa.”
“I know,” I said. “That is why I’m here. It’s time for me to teach you a lesson.”
“Oh, don’t make it too hard,” she said. Julie sat the eggnog down on the nightstand and then climbed to the center of the bed and turned around to show me her hot, tight little ass. She reached back and spread out both cheeks. “Is that what you want, Santa?” she teased.
“Now, that is the type of things that put you on the naughty list, young lady. You have to change your evil ways.”
“I’ll try, but it just feels so good…”
I sauntered over to the front of the bed. Julie watched my every move. First, I removed the jacket to reveal that I was not wearing a shirt. Julie’s eyes shifted over my body and watched with growing curiosity to see what else I was not wearing. I bent over and kissed her hard on the mouth just then, finishing with a long lick across those sweet lips of hers.
She purred and then reached up and grabbed my dick through my pants. She pulled on it and licked her lips wickedly as she cackled.
I stepped back and began to remove the pants to show her the boner she’d been tugging on a moment ago. I kicked off the boots and let the pants drop to the floor. But I kept the Santa hat and the beard on. Oh, yeah. I had to stay in character for this.
She continued to laugh and smiled as her eyes ran over the length of my cock. I strode toward the bed and I was shocked when Julie grabbed my cock and pulled me to her. Without a moment’s hesitation, she plopped the cock in her mouth deeply, swallowing it down as far as she could.
My legs shook and I almost toppled to the ground. I was able to balance myself by holding my hand against her shoulder. Then I shoved my cock down her throat at a slow and deliberate pace. She swallowed me down sweetly, using her strong throat muscles to massage the head of my cock as it slid down the back of her throat. Julie’s lips wrapped and suckled at the base of the cock as my balls rested gently against her chin.
I watched the passion in her eyes. She loved this so much and it felt so damn good. I was going to come soon. I had to pull out and switch to the next step. I wanted to come inside of her tight pussy. I wanted her to come with me, both of us wrapped up inside the most amazing sensual experience the two of us could manage.
I motioned for her to turn around. She did so, pressing that sweet ass up high for me. I looked at both beautiful holes just waiting for me. I licked my lips and then slid my long, hard prick into her tight pussy. I slid in deeply feeling her spreading around me. It was such a tight fit.
“You like that? This is what happens to naughty girls,” I taunted.
“Good. Fuck me hard… oh, fuck it!”
I grabbed her hair with my left hand to hold on while I fucked her as hard as I could. Every single thrust was full of want and need. I pushed my cock into her as far as I possibly could waiting for her to explode with her epic orgasm. Mine was building. I could feel it working its way up, the tingling feeling from my nut sack. I was about to come…
“Oh, shit… I’m going to come…” I murmured.
“Fill me up,” she said.
“You want me to fill you up? You want me to drown you in that cum?” I asked.
“Yes!” she said.
I let it go right then, my orgasm pounding hard inside of her. Her body quaked with the blast of it, her eyes rolling up inside of her head. A second later I felt her climax as well, squeezing me, wrenching everything I had to give out of my body and leaving me heaving and gasping for air on the bed.
I took off the Santa hat and beard and let them drop to the floor. I was covered in sweat.
“Thank you, Santa,” she giggled.
I held her in my arms and kissed her. “You’re welcome, baby.”
The two of us lay there until we started to fall asleep. Soon, I could hear Julie snoring. I held her in my arms feeling her warm body cooling with me. I ran my fingers softly over her stomach just above where her pussy began. It was warm and moist, the tiniest little bit of fuzz still there that I found so appealing.
Julie had said yes. She was going to marry me. I was so thrilled that I barely knew how to accept this fact. I kept thinking that something was going to go wrong, and it wouldn’t happen. I had no idea what that was, but it was like a part of me didn’t believe that I really deserved to be this happy. But I had to quiet that voice. It was just the demons of the past trying to surface, trying to haunt me. Those voices needed to be silenced forever, but I knew they never would be. That pain that had shaped me to be how I am, it had worked its way so deeply inside of me so long ago that it would never release its grip on me. Not even Julie really understood that dark time of my life when I was younger, the healing I’d gone through.
My childhood was dark, and I had never really healed from it. And then tragedy had struck me at an early age, even before the things she knew about happened. I sometimes still had dreams about it, but I was doing my best to deal.
I still remembered vividly the night I had heard my father arguing with the man in his office in the basement of our house. Somehow the argument had turned violent. When I walked in, this other man was beating my father mercilessly with his fists. I grabbed a poker from the fireplace, and I cracked it over the man’s back.
He turned on me and came at me, but I ducked under his attack and brought the poker down over his head. I hit him three times hard and he stopped moving. My father recovered and told me he would take care of it. The man was arrested and sent to the hospital with a concussion. He died six months later of a brain hemorrhage. There had been no connection made between the beating I gave him and the brain hemorrhage. It was most likely not even related, but I’d never been able to convince myself that I hadn’t been responsible.
I supposed I would never really know.
But that pain, that guilt had stuck with me for so long. I kept thinking of how my father had been beaten down physically by this man and his fourteen-year-old son had come to his rescue. That sounded backwards to me. I decided right then and there that I would leave no area of my life without mastery. I would work out, become strong, train hard to fight by hand, to fight by weapon, and to be the best in business. So, I threw myself into this flurry of activity relentlessly.
And it had worked out well for me, I supposed. But I knew that my father had never seen me in the same life again. He was embarrassed about it. He was not strong physically, or at least had never had that same aggression when it came to fighting that he had in business where he was basically a headhunter who could not be beaten.
I was proud of myself, the way I had changed. I’d gone from being a tall, skinny kid to being strong, powerful, and very capable in all areas of my life. I hoped that one day I would teach my kids to be the same. I wanted them to be all that they could dream of.
And I hoped that one day Julie and I had as many kids as we desired. I wanted the house to be full of kids, but if she only wanted to have a few then that was up to her. We would talk about it and come to an agreement. I knew that she would be such an amazing mother. I hoped I lived up to her expectations as a father. I believed that if I loved my children and always hoped to do right by them, then I would.
But it was a big adjustment. I was going to be a family man, finally after all this time. I didn’t even realize how much I had dreamt of it until it was actually happening. I was going to be the best husband I could be. I never wanted to give Julie cause for alarm. I wanted to prove to her how much I deserved her and hope that she was never disappointed by me. I loved her more than I could ever truly express to her.
It was not long before I finally drifted off to
sleep. When I woke up, she was still right there in my arms.
Epilogue
Julie
Six Months Later
I was married.
The idea didn’t fully hit me until I heard the words “I do” echoed back at me in front of everyone. The words bounced around in my ears as I looked into Tony’s eyes. His gaze was so full of love. The entire congregation erupted in cheers as we kissed and held each other for the first time as man and wife. This was the moment I’d been waiting for all my life.
I looked over at Lizzy and Nellie, both of them crying their eyes out in their bridesmaid’s outfits. Lizzy was my maid of honor. She was so happy for me. I had the best friends anyone could ever have, and I knew that if there was ever anything that I needed then I could have it from them. I wished them both the same type of happiness.
After the wedding and the reception, Tony and I went back to the mansion. The wedding was there in Anchorage. I loved the house, the wilderness everywhere, and the beautiful Alaskan sky that hung above me at all times. Especially this time of year, when the temperature was beautiful, and the snow was far away from us.
“So, how does it feel to be Mrs. Tony Caplan?” Tony asked as we relaxed in the back of the limo. We were heading toward the mansion, where we would get a good night’s sleep and then head out to the jet tomorrow on our way to Rome for the first leg of our honeymoon. We were going to Rome, then to London, then Paris, and last Tokyo. They were places I’d always wanted to go to and now I finally had the opportunity. I was worried that Tony would go crazy being away from work for that long, but he would manage. He assured me that it would be fine. I figured we’d make it three days before he started to freak out about it. The guy was addicted to his work. But then again, so was I.
“It feels wonderful,” I said.
He held me and rubbed my shoulders. “Your parents were both in tears. Even your dad. That floored me. That guy doesn’t act like he’s ever cried in his entire life.”
“No, he hasn’t,” I said. “That’s my dad for you. Your father-in-law. How does that sound?”
“He sounds great,” Tony replied. “We get along well. He’s a good guy, as long as I don’t have to sit and listen to him gripe about how Joe Montana is the best quarterback the world will ever see, and this Tom Brady fellow is a total hack.”
I laughed. “Well, he has a point.”
Tony groaned. Tom Brady was his all-time favorite player. I think it was because he’d hung out with him a few times and they were kind of friends. I’d suggested arranging a meeting between Joe Montana and my father some time, and Tony decided that would be a good Christmas gift for next year.
The next morning, we got up early and were on the jet by seven-thirty. The plane trip to Rome was about twelve hours, but on a private jet that felt more like a hotel room, the trip was a breeze. I was worried that I was becoming too comfortable with this ultra-rich way of living. I didn’t want to become one of those people that thought anything they wanted was within reach, even if it was. That was not who I had always been. I decided I would have to find a way to guard myself against that. I didn’t want anyone to treat me any differently.
We arrived in Rome and we headed the penthouse apartment that Tony had rented for the occasion. I wanted to ask him how much money he was spending for this trip, but somehow, I felt it was impolite to ask. We were married now, but this was all money that Tony had earned. I just didn’t want him to think I was being nosy. But I didn’t want him to throw money away in a ridiculous manner either just to pamper me. That wasn’t what I was into. I figured I’d ask him later, or I might just let it ride since this was our honeymoon after all. If we couldn’t go nuts and waste money then, I didn’t know when a good time for it would be.
We got settled into the apartment and I decided to change into some more comfortable clothes. I was sick of wearing what I had on, besides I felt like I needed a shower and a good night’s sleep. But I had to stay up to get adjusted to the jet lag time. It was a brutal truth about flying.
When I came back down into the living room, Tony was standing there with a bottle of champagne opened and he was pouring us each a tall glass. He handed a glass to me. “To the beginning of an amazing life together,” Tony said.
I smiled and we clinked our glasses. He took a big drink and then looked at me curiously. “What’s wrong with yours?”
“Nothing, but I’m not drinking.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not drinking for the next nine months,” I said with a smile, hoping he would pick up on the hint. Tony tried to sound it out.
“Eight months? Why eight months?” he asked. Then his puzzled look turned to surprise. “No way…”
“Yes,” I said.
“You’re pregnant?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes, I am. I am pregnant six weeks now.”
“What? I… oh, wow… this is amazing. When did you find out?”
“About a week ago,” I said.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I wanted this to be a great surprise.”
He ran a hand through his hair as he began to laugh.
“Well, is it a great surprise?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. It is. It’s the best surprise of my life. I… I just can’t believe it baby.”
He took the glass from my hand and sat the champagne down. He stared into my eyes and said, “I love you.”
“I love you,” I replied.
He held me closely and kissed me softly. I felt my toes curling under with his touch. So, this was how good it felt to have everything you ever wanted. If I’d known that, I would have loved to meet Tony Caplan so much sooner. I guessed it took the magic of Christmas to bring us together.
I knew I would never look at Christmas the same way again.
Hope you enjoyed Her Secret Santa. If you did, then I suggest getting The Perfect Reunion. Read its excerpt right here in the following pages!
The Perfect Reunion
Blurb
My biggest blunder was losing the love of my life… my wife.
The worse part? I deserved it.
But I’ve since gained my senses back.
I’m ready to claim my wife and my family.
Yes, she took our daughter away when she left.
How could I blame her?
I had secrets. Ugly ones.
And it was time for them to come out.
My destruction was inevitable.
But the universe has a way of fixing things.
Especially for a man with resources and money.
And I’ve made myself a promise.
I’m determined to undo the damage.
I will marry her again.
Come what may.
1
Rebecca
December 12th
“Come here, will you?” I purr and wiggle my finger suggestively as the man who I adore more than anything in this world comes towards me. “I want you.”
I love the way that my husband turns me in to a sex Goddess. I can be so happy and carefree with him, I know that he desperately lusts after me, which makes me feel incredible. As Taylor gets closer to me, I run my hands down my body, surprised to find myself already naked. There is something about him that simply melts my clothing away.
“You need to be naked too,” I growl as I slip my fingers between my legs to massage my own clit. I’m on fire for him, and those flames soak my hand.
As soon as he’s naked, he brings his muscular body over to me. I can’t resist running my hands all over him and groaning as I feel him. I know that he’s my husband and I should get to feel him all the time, but it strangely feels like it’s been a lifetime since I had him here with me.
“Oh God.” The moan vibrates all the way through my body as I stroke downwards, feeling the muscular V shape of his muscles leading down towards the part of him that I want to feel the most. There is nothing better than having his throbbing cock be
tween my fingers and watching his face crumble in bliss as I dart pleasure through him.
I love turning him on… almost as much as when he pushes me to the edge. There is something so sexy about that expression.
“Fuck.” I stroke him gently at first, but I soon pick up the pace. “Oh God.”
I love how aroused he is. It creates a giant wet pool of pleasure between my thighs. He’s primal, on fire, turning me in to a needy animal.
“Fuck me,” I command as he bucks his hips hard and fast against me. “I need you.”
He doesn’t understand how much I need him. I feel like I’m going to die without having him inside of me. The butterflies flapping at my core are throbbing and screaming out for him. It’s too much, my knees are turning into jelly already. I’m about to fall over and I want to do that with him in my arms…
All of a sudden, we’re both tumbling to the ground together. I half expect to hit something hard, but luckily at some point we must have made it into the bedroom and it’s a soft landing. The breath is only stripped from my lungs the moment he crashes on top of me. But I don’t mind, because I have his hot rough tongue invading my mouth, giving me something a whole lot better to focus on.
But the kissing isn’t enough for me, I’m too desperate for him, so I flip around on to my front and push up on to my hands and knees, poking my ass out at him. Taylor takes the hint quickly, his ragged sharp breaths hit the back of my neck in an instant. His steel rod pushes up against me, demanding as much attention as my body needs.
“Fuck me, Taylor,” I murmur as he buries his face in my hair to kiss my neck. “Now.”
The moment he slips inside of me, filling up every inch of me, a loud scream flies from my mouth. God, his cock is incredible. I mean, it isn’t like I can forget that, but when he is buried deep within me, the sensation is indescribable. Every thrust sends my head spinning in an increasingly violent way.
