Epilogue - A Holly Jolly Christmas
Chris One year later - Christmas Eve 'Yeah.
Just like that.' God, my girlfriend can suck dick.
The last year has undoubtedly been the best year of my life.
It's our second Christmas Eve, but the first one where we're living together.
Tonight, we start our new traditions, where we open up all our Christmas cards and display them on the mantelpiece while wearing ridiculous matching pyjamas.
We'll snuggle up on the couch and watch Christmas movies, but only after we have a gingerbread house competition and open one present each.
I seriously cannot believe she roped Cole to do this with us, who should be here within the hour.
It's not every day I get a spontaneous blow job by my girl — or at least it hasn't been in the last five months since our twins were born.
A couple of weeks after Holly and I reunited, two pink lines appeared on a home pregnancy test, and seven months later, Emmanuel and Noelle arrived.
Both are sleeping soundly in their bassinet as Holly sucks the soul out of me.
There was a glint in her eye as I walked into the kitchen.
She was holding a bowl of melted chocolate and was wearing a red apron with nothing underneath.
Every day, I thank my lucky stars that she's mine.
Her body is even more gorgeous now that she's given birth to my babies.
Pregnancy suited Holly, and I sure as hell reaped the benefits of her hormones.
Toward the end was when she was most wild, and truthfully seeing her knocked up drove me just as crazy.
The swell of her belly and sensitivity of her swollen supple tits made me want to give her my cock every chance I got.
Not to mention how wet she was every minute of the day.
I'll never forget when she was about seven months along, and it was just the two of us at the store, finishing up a client's wedding order.
She sat on my face in the middle of the store and rode it until we had to mop up the floor.
She squirted so much that we actually thought she had gone into early labour.
It's safe to say we were both horrified when recounting details to the ER doctors and even more humiliated when we were just told that her waters hadn't broken — she just squirted.
I try to make it my mission to get her to drench me as often as possible.
There's nothing better than seeing my woman lose control at the stroke of my hand, tongue or cock.
I stare down in awe as she takes me at the back of her throat.
After coating my cock in chocolate and licking it clean, she's now going for the big finale.
To help her along, I hold the back of her head until her gag reflex kicks in.
The feeling of when she chokes on me is second to none.
'Take my dick, baby girl.
Choke on it.' I grit my teeth as the tendons in my neck strain.
My knees are growing weak as I grip her hair tighter.
Staring up at me, her pretty blue eyes are leaking but shining with need.
I shove forward, sliding further down her throat.
As she coughs and splutters, I pull back to give her a few seconds of reprieve, and then I'm back to filling her up.
'Nearly there, gorgeous.
Keep swallowing me.
Suck me harder.' She obeys, one hand massaging my balls while the other bunches on my ass for steadiness.
'Do you want it in your mouth or on your face?' I pull back again so she can answer.
'Mouth.' She fastens her mouth on me again, this time her wandering hand finding and massaging my prostate.
I'm like a rocket blasting off in three, two, one.
Cum spurts from my cock, shooting down her throat.
She moans around my length, sending vibrations throughout my whole body.
'Fuck.
Fuck.
So good, Holly.' I stroke her hair as she continues to taste me.
She sucks the last remnants from me, her hand massaging every last drop.
I tap my cock on her tongue before bending down and landing a lip-smacking searing kiss on her.
It's sloppy and uncoordinated but full of fire, passion, and love.
'Love you, baby.' I chant over and over.
When we're both out of breath, it's my turn to feast on her cunt.
'Get on the counter, honey.' I slap her ass as she hops up and giggles.
This fucking woman ruins me.
With her legs spread, I go to town, making sure I pay equal attention to her slit and clit.
It takes all of two minutes to get her to come on my tongue, and before we're interrupted by the twins.
'To be continued,' I groan, pulling away from my favourite place.
'Clean up, sweetheart.
I've got the kids.'
The next couple of hours are a whirlwind, but it's the best Christmas Eve I've ever had.
Cole couldn't be making me prouder.
In the last year, he's really gotten his act together by taking up a confectionery course after finishing his MBA.
At first, he was wary to come around with Holly here, but slowly but surely, as the weeks passed, this became our new normal.
He treats Holly with so much love and respect and adores his baby siblings, doting on them every chance he gets.
The twins are tucked in bed and Cole's left to see Grace, his new girlfriend, leaving Holly and I to enjoy the tail end of Four Christmases .
'Best Christmas Eve ever,' she murmurs into my side, turning her face to kiss my neck.
I trail my fingertips up and down her arm.
I'm about to make it even better.
'Hmm.
Let's put the angel on top of the tree, sweetheart.' I had to buy a new one after the last one was too tall and hit the ceiling.
I hop up first, extending my hand out to help her up.
Leading her over to the tree, I make sure I'm the one to 'retrieve' the angel.
Little does she know I'm not bending down to find the angel but another special box just for her.
Taking her hand in mine on one knee, I look up at her.
She doesn't immediately register what's happening, and it's only when I see her eyes widen and mouth part in an 'o' that I know she's put two and two together, and it clicks.
Her free hand goes to her mouth as she excitedly bounces on the spot.
'Holly, honey.
You enchant me.
I'm wonderstruck that you: this flawless, faultless angel, is actually mine.
You're the love of my life, the place I call home, the mother of my children, the candy to my cane, and now I want you to be my wife.
I want to live the rest of my life as your husband, falling deeper in love with you every day until my last breath.
Please, baby, marry me.
Marry me and be Mrs.
Holly Blitzen.'
A gentle glow from the fire reflects on her, making it seem like she's encased in a halo.
She's enchanting as she stares down at me, her eyes shining as bright as the stars.
'Yes.
Yes, today.
Tomorrow and yes, every day for the rest of our lives.' She bends to capture my mouth.
Slipping her tongue in, I take my time luxuriating in the promises we've just made to each other, knowing that life couldn't possibly get better than this.
When we come up for air, it's only then I remember to slip the ring on her dainty finger.
Instead of a classic diamond, I chose a threecarat red ruby oval cut on a thin gold band.
I wanted to give a nod to our love of Christmas, so it was either this or an emerald, but I knew the richness of the ruby would complement her alabaster skin, and I was right as I gaze at the ring on her finger.
We end up celebrating several times throughout the evening, being interrupted only once by the twins, who demanded a feed.
'My ring looks good on you, baby.' Holly is leisurely riding my cock, edging me toward insanity with how slow she's going.
Her hands are on my chest, giving me a prime view of the rock on her finger.
Her slick pussy tightens as she rolls her hips.
'It's a perfect fit,' she moans, and I know she isn't talking about the band.
'Just like my cock in your cunt,' I grunt, slapping her ass before bunching both cheeks in my hand and taking control of the pace.
As I quicken her grinds, I feel another orgasm mounting.
She yelps as I slam her back down on me.
'Lean over, baby.' She smirks at me, knowing exactly what I want.
Santa needs his cookies and his milk.
As she slants forward, I capture one of her nipples in my mouth.
Her breasts are heavy and full, even more lush from our babies.
Before Holly, I'd never imagined I'd be the type of guy who craves breast milk, but it turns out I am.
Just like her pussy, her milk tastes just as sugary sweet.
She whimpers as I suckle.
'Oh God.
Chris.
Yes.' She shivers on top of me as she continues bouncing.
Holly often tells me how wild she is for my beard, so I make sure to use it.
When I'm not going back and forth sucking each of her nipples, I'm rubbing my beard all over her neck and chest, creating a delicious burn all over her body.
She's close to cresting between my mouth and cock, but I know exactly the thing that will get her there, or two — one of my thumbs breaching her ass and the other fiddling with her throbbing clit.
I go about stimulating both, and within a matter of minutes, she shatters, trembling furiously on top of me.
I follow not long after, shooting another load of cum inside of her.
'I'm obsessed with you,' I tell her as she collapses on my chest.
I trace the vertebrae of her spine, causing her to shudder on top of me.
I feel her smile into my chest as she falls asleep with my spent cock still inside her.
Falling asleep and waking up with her naked is heaven on earth.
No matter what position we fall asleep in, I always wake up with her draped over me.
I'll never get enough of her.
She's the definition of my Christmas miracle.
My saviour.
My shining star.
She's my joy.
My light.
My life.
The best present I'll ever receive.
Holly Five years later I feel like every day is Christmas with Chris.
The last five years have been nothing short of a blessing.
I married my delectable husband in an over-the-top Christmasthemed wedding the following July after he proposed.
Since then, we've soared as a couple.
Chris continued to be the king of desserts and is a household name, having his own cooking show, and I've become his candy queen.
I've won my fair share of accolades and carved out quite a name for myself.
It all started with me going on Shark Tank , which led to the rollout of my unique Australian-themed sweets, now stocked in all major grocers nationwide.
That then developed into having my own Christmas sweets cookbook.
Recently, Chris and I opened up our sixth store, with Cole at the helm of overseeing all of them.
I've just finished taping the Christmas Special for Better Homes and Gardens in Sydney, and now I'm minutes away from our home.
To this day, the best part of my day is waking up with my husband and falling asleep next to him.
We've never been apart more than a few days, so it's no wonder I'm itching to get home to him.
Cole and Grace have graciously offered to look after the twins tonight for us, giving Chris and me the entire evening to devour each other.
I'm still as ravenous for my husband as the day he stuck a candy cane in my pussy.
The Uber doesn't even get a chance to stop as I tear open the door and sprint up our front steps.
I jangle my keys in the lock and turn them more forcefully than necessary.
Once the last key turns, I push the door open and go in search of my husband, kicking off my shoes in the process.
He's in his office behind his desk on a Zoom interview.
I'm pretty sure he said it was with The Project, but I can't keep up with his popularity.
Sneaking in, he sees me above the screen.
He quickly sends a wink my way before he resumes chatting away.
As I sashay toward him, I throw my frilly white dress off, leaving me in a sky-blue see-through lace set.
His eyes warn me to stop playing this game, but I choose to ignore him.
I slide the thong down my legs and take it off.
His eyes darken when he sees my blonde curls and tattoo.
We both got matching candy canes on our pelvis, his name on me and mine on his.
Reaching around, I unsnap my bra and let it fall haphazardly on the ground.
Crawling underneath his desk, my fingers deftly unzip his jeans and go searching for his stiff hard cock.
The interviewer yammers on, and I have to give it to Chris because he stays composed as I jerk him off.
When he says goodbye, he slams the laptop closed and lifts me like a rag doll so I'm straddling his lap.
'Daddy fucking missed you, precious.' I kiss his face all over.
If it's even possible, he's gotten sexier the more he ages.
His beard is more silver now than black, and his short hair is more salt than pepper.
Somehow, he still manages to defy the stereotypical Santa body and is hard and buff all over.
I'm addicted to this man.
'I missed you, daddy.
So much.' I squeal as he lifts me and places me on the cool wooden desk.
'How are my babies?' I lean on my elbows to watch him strip.
The view before me will never get old.
'Little devils while you were away.
Emmanuel knocked over the Halloween display.
Again.
And Noelle gave chocolate to Rudolph.
Again.' He traps himself between my legs, wrapping them around his waist.
He spits on his thumb before finding my clit underneath the hood and starts rubbing.
His other hand goes to my belly.
'And how is this baby?' he asks, rubbing my four-month stomach where our daughter, Beth, is growing.
'She's such a good girl.
She doesn't make mummy sick anymore.'
I can't be sure when we conceived with how much we fuck, but I'm pretty sure Chris knocked me up on the airplane back from Japan.
I was subtly giving him a handjob under the blanket before he pulled me into the bathroom stall.
It wasn't the first time we had joined the mile-high club, but it was the first time we got a warning from the air hostess, who shook her head in disapproval.
Then again, he could have knocked me up a few days later when he fucked me against our kids' cubby house.
We hadn't had a moment of peace since we returned and needed a quickie to get through the rest of the week, so we snuck out before dinner while the kids were watching Gabby's Dollhouse .
I'm pretty sure our neighbours copped an earful, judging by how the elderly pair couldn't look us in the eye the day after.
'Good,' he says as he slams inside of me.
It's such a hard thrust that the table moves beneath me.
'Need.' Thrust .
'To.' Thrust .
'Destroy'.
Thrust .
'This.' Thrust .
'Pussy.' And he does, ploughing hard into me that I feel him practically in my stomach.
I need his cock just as much as I need air.
Having him inside me feels like I'm complete.
It feels like he is constantly fucking me back to life every time he penetrates me.
It's like he unleashes this mountainous pleasure that scrambles my brain every damn time, yet somehow by the end of it, he's pieced everything back together, so it makes sense.
Dragging his teeth along the column of my throat, he feeds the insatiable beast inside me, and it's still not enough.
As he continues to rail into me like an animal, I coat his shaft in juices.
The noises I'm making are otherworldly, as is the slipperiness of my pussy.
Every sound of pleasure spurs him on further.
All I can say is I feel pure, bone-deep ecstasy when he thrusts inside me each time.
'Feels too good, Daddy,' I moan hot against his ear.
My voice is all breathless from the way he finds that special spot inside me each time.
I wonder if I'll ever tire of his cock? I'm confident the answer will always be a resounding never.
Every time he spears me, I'm reminded how above-average he is.
The burn and the stretch of his long, fat cock is seared into my brain and has become a craving I can't live without.
What can I say? I'm in love with Santa's sack — baubles and all.
As I cling to his sweaty, beastly body he repeatedly slams into me, his fingers dig into my ass cheeks, and I whimper.
Every stroke is deliberate.
He somehow is savagely worshipping and claiming me at the same time.
Like always, a decimating soul-defying feeling is cresting inside me, threatening to erupt.
'You're so goddamn beautiful, baby.' His lips hover over mine, grazing and teasing me with every jerk of his hips.
I'm a desperate, needy mess beneath him as I thrash my head from side to side.
Angling his cock deeper, I'm acutely aware that my entire body aches for him to stretch me and fill me to the brim.
'Love being inside you, honey,' he rasps.
'Love knowing I fucked you and filled you so good that I planted my baby inside of you.' He sucks the blood to the surface of my neck, bringing a bruise up to the base.
'Going to keep you pregnant with my babies.
Show everyone you can't get enough of my cock.'
He nails me over and over.
'Stuffing all your holes is my fucking favourite thing to do.
I live to make you messy.' He forces my mouth open and spits inside it, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
The depravity of this man is my undoing.
'Love seeing your cunt drip with my creampie.
Your abused asshole all sticky.
And my cum bubbling out of your mouth when you can't hold anymore.'
I'm obliterated by his words, my spasms startling me to a scream.
'Chris!' It's a shriek or a wail or a wounded animal sound.
Who the fuck knows?
'That's it, Holly.
Come for me.
You're doing so good, precious.' I tighten around him as three of his fingers furiously rub over my clit.
All I can do is wail and shut my eyes at the intensity.
He's going to make me squirt.
He's going to make me explode all over his desk.
In the pit of my stomach, I feel a tsunami begin to form as he mercilessly pounds into me at a record pace.
The last telltale sign before I burst is the tingle that slithers up my spine.
'Ahhh,' I cry, feeling the first gush spurt all over Chris' chest.
He pulls out rapidly, falling to his knees as he throws my legs over his shoulder.
He suctions his mouth to my pussy, drinking every spurt until I'm left dribbling.
With one hand on his cock, he rubs furiously.
I love watching him wank.
His hand is strong as he strokes over his missile.
He tilts his head back and lets out a roar, leaning over me so he can come all over my tummy.
Hot, wet streaks sear my body.
Rope after rope.
He shakes the last droplets into my belly button before letting his cock hang between his legs.
My legs violently tremor as if I've been electrically shocked, the after-effects of my spasms slowly waning.
I fist my hair, arching my body when Chris' tongue collides with my skin.
He licks up his cum, trailing a wet line up my body and neck until he reaches my mouth.
'Open,' he garbles.
I dutifully widen my mouth, waiting in anticipation.
He spits his come into me before slamming his lips on mine.
Needing him as close as possible, I thread my fingers through his hair, revelling in how he feels on top of me.
My nipples pebble, and I start to feel slick down there again.
How is it that we just fucked, and I need more? I writhe beneath him, trying to create friction on my clit, which again is throbbing for a release.
'Need more, baby girl?' He affectionately strokes my hair with one hand while the other fingers my creamy cunt.
I nod, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, feeling like a needy horny slut.
Despite Chris nearly pushing fifty to my twenty-seven, he has zero problems keeping up.
'Turn around so I can stuff myself inside your ass.' Those words bring a naughty smile to my face.
Anal is one of my favourite things to do.
By the following day, I'm so catatonic that I ask Cole to keep the kids until the afternoon.
All I need to recover is Chris' mouth between my legs to kiss it all better.
I arch into him as his tongue spears my slit, I thank Jesus Christ for leading me to this man.
He gave me hope when I was hopeless.
Brought me joy when I was joyless.
Loved me when I felt unlovable, and is a gift that I'll forever be thankful for.
He's my Noel with the big pole.
The father of my children.
The absolute love of my life.
And above all, my sexy Santa.
I'll always thank my lucky stars for being guided to him.
The End.