Epilogue
Five years later
Ryan
"Daddy, is Santa really coming tonight?" Lily yawns, her green eyes fluttering sleepily, so like her mother's.
I tuck the blanket snug around her little body. "He sure is, pumpkin. And if you go right to sleep, morning will come faster and you'll get to open all the presents he brings."
Anastasia leans down to kiss Lily's forehead, her chestnut hair falling in a silky curtain. "Sweet dreams, baby girl. We love you to the moon and back."
"Love you mostest," Lily mumbles, drifting off.
We slip out quietly, Anastasia's hand finding mine. Five years ago, I never could have imagined this life—a beautiful wife, a perfect daughter, a family to cherish. Anastasia changed everything when her caring heart saw past the ruthless corporate raider to the man I could become. For her. For our daughter
"The addition is really coming along," I say softly go over the latest email about the construction. Expanding the center was Anastasia's greatest wish, and making her dreams reality is my deepest joy.
She squeezes my hand. "I'm so proud of you, Ryan. The way you've transformed your business, always looking out for the little guy now. You're a good man."
I pull her close, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. "Because of you, darling. You saved my soul." I brush a tender kiss to her temple. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for our family."
And I mean it, with every fiber of my being. They are my world, my reason, my redemption.
But now that our little girl is in bed, it’s time for me to take care of my other girl.
I pat my lap, inviting Anastasia to sit on it.
She does obediently.
"Anastasia," I purr, "have you been a good girl this year?"
She blushes, an enchanting flush creeping up her face. She loves this game. We started playing it four Christmases ago, and we’ve done it every Christmas since. "I think so...?" She licks her lips, and my cock hardens.
"And what do good girls get?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Santa might bring them presents?" she says, biting her lip playfully.
"That's right, baby. So, what does my perfect baby want Santa to give her for Christmas?"
Instead of answering me, Anastasia changes the script, a mischeivous twinkle in her eyes.
She drops to her knees before me.
Oh fuck yes .
My cock grows even harder when I realize her intent.
Anastasia's tongue flicks out, wetting her plump lips. Her hands slide up my thighs, nails leaving delicious trails of heat.
She undoes my pants, and my cock springs free, bobbing in the air between us.
My breath catches when she takes me in her warm mouth, sucking and licking like I’m the world’s best lollipop.
Fuck me .
"Oh, fuck, Ana," I hiss, thrusting my hips into her waiting mouth. She moans around my cock, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine.
I let her play a bit more, but I can never take much of my wife’s cocksucking before I blow, and I want to come in her pussy.
"Enough," I finally muster up the control to growl. She whimpers as my cock pops from her mouth, but I shush her as I lift her up and position her on all fours. She looks over her shoulder, that naughty glint in her eyes.
I pull down her festive red panties and slide my fingers through her slick folds. She's dripping wet already, eager and ready for me.
"You want Santa's big candy cane, don't you baby?" I tease, rubbing the swollen head of my cock against her entrance.
"Yes, please Santa!" she begs breathlessly, pushing back against me. "I've been such a good girl, I need it so badly!"
With a low groan, I thrust deep inside her in one smooth stroke. Her tight heat engulfs me and we both moan at the exquisite sensation. I start pumping into her, firm and steady, just how she likes it.
"Oh Ryan, yes! You fill me up so good!" Anastasia cries out as I pound into her sweet spot over and over.
I reach around to rub tight circles on her clit and she bucks wildly against me. "That's it, come on Santa's cock like a good little girl," I growl in her ear.
Her walls clench rhythmically around me as she shatters with a keening cry. I thrust through her orgasm, drawing it out until she's trembling and gasping my name.
"Fuck, Ana, I'm gonna come!" I grit out, my climax cresting.
"Yes, fill me up Ryan! I want to feel you explode inside me!" she urges breathlessly.
A few more deep strokes and I burst, shooting my hot seed deep in her fluttering channel with a primal groan. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me as I empty myself completely, trying my damnedest to get her pregnant again.
I collapse on top of her, both of us panting and sated. I press soft kisses along her neck and shoulder. "I love you so much, Anastasia. You're the best gift I could ever receive. You and Lily."
She turns in my arms to face me, her eyes shining with love and contentment. “And the new little one on the way.”
I go completely still as I look down at her, her words crashing over me. “You’re pregnant?”
She smiles radiantly and nods.
My heart explodes with joy. “Oh, baby,” my voice cracks with emotion. “You’re amazing. You know that, right?”
"I love you too, Ryan,” she smiles. “More than anything. Merry Christmas, handsome."
I plant a reverent kiss on her forehead, this perfect, breathtaking woman who’s changed my life in so many beautiful ways. "Merry Christmas, baby."
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