Epilogue
HALEY
“Ican’t believe we pulled it off,” I said, pushing the white wig off my sweaty forehead.
Liam smiled at me, taking off his white beard, and gently removing the golden glasses from his face.
The kids, including Jaime were just picked up by Nora and Colson, who wanted to open presents with them on Christmas Eve before it got too late.
The space we leased for a week was decked out with fake snow, artificial trees and a small cottage that was so lifelike, we decided to take it home and allow Mila to use it as a playhouse.
“You pulled it off, Haley. This was all your vision, and it made all the kids in Macon so happy. This was the first year they’d ever had a real Santa.”
I slumped into a nearby chair, still wearing my dress.
The lights were lowered, and the front door was locked, and after greeting all the kids of Macon for the past several hours, I was exhausted.
“Can we come back later to clean all this up?” I whined, staring at all the fake snow and plastic candy canes we had to pack up.
Liam smirked, standing over me. All the padding was removed from his costume, and the way the lapels draped open, left his bare chest on display. Holding out his hand to me, he gestured toward the cottage.
“Yes, I already arranged for a cleaning company to come on the twenty seventh. The owner said as long as it was cleared by the first, we were fine.”
The relief those words gave me had me practically in tears. I was so tired.
Still, I followed Liam as he led me toward the cottage.
“You ever wonder if Mrs. Claus gave Mr. Claus a nice welcome home present after delivering all those toys all night?”
Liam opened the small door and ducked inside it. There was a chair, a small desk and a few pretend mugs of hot cocoa inside.
Suddenly, my exhaustion solidified into lust and need. Liam shut the cottage door and stared down at me.
When had I lowered to my knees?
“You mean, you wonder if part of her job was to reward Santa after he returned?” I flicked open the black button on his pants and began pulling them down.
Liam hissed, pushing my hair back.
“Yeah, did Santa ever get fueled to finish with all those toys by the promise of getting his dick sucked the second he returned? Did his wife let him flip those skirts up and fuck her from behind?”
I hummed deep and low in my throat as I licked the head of his cock.
“Why don’t we pretend that tonight, he got all those things. Every single one of them.”
Liam’s grip on my hair increased as he stepped forward, rocking his hips so that his length pushed into the back of my throat.
“Such a good wife.” He moaned while fucking my mouth.
I took him deeper, gagging the smallest bit as he set a quick pace, but it was only a few strokes of deeply fucking my throat before he pulled me up.
“Let me see what you have under here, Mrs. Claus.”
Holding onto the writing desk face first, I allowed him to flip up my skirt and skim the globes of my ass.
With one punishing push, he was sliding inside me with a groan.
I closed my eyes as he pulled out and slid back in, lightly smacking my ass as he moved.
The fact that we were still in our Santa costumes and fucking inside a Christmas cottage was turning me on so much, I was moaning and slick, rocking my hips back to meet his thrusts. It wasn’t enough. I needed to see him.
“Sit in the chair,” I rasped, desperate for more friction.
The chair was more like a throne for Santa with plenty of room for nearly two people to sit in it.
Liam gripped his stiff erection and sat down, while I hiked up my skirts and straddled him. My knees pressed into the velvet cushion under him, and my ass rested on his thighs as I sank down, enveloping his length.
Liam froze, groaning in pleasure.
“Fuck me, Haley. Fuck me like you can’t live without it.”
I did, taking what I needed from his cock, like a starved animal.
Liam lost control at one point and ripped the front of my dress open, making buttons fly, as his mouth descended on me in a ravenous fashion.
My erect nipples pulled into his mouth in tight sucks, while his cock thrust up, hitting that perfect spot over and over again until I was leaning back, palms down on his thighs, riding him so deeply that my tits bounced with every thrust and stroke.
Finally, when I came, I screamed. Liam pulled out of me, pushed me to the ground and gripping his length, finished over my breasts.
“A perfectly filthy Mrs. Claus. Look at what you made me do to your beautiful tits.”
I swiped through his release and sucked it from my fingers.
“Mmmm, tastes good. Merry Christmas, Santa.”
My husband’s smile would stick with me forever, and so would the way his words slid through my chest and found home.
“Merry Christmas, Haley. You’re the best gift I’ve ever received. I think we found our new family tradition.”
Fucking my husband in a Christmas cottage every year?
That was a Macon Christmas I could stand behind.
The End