A Holly For X-Mas Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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“Ooooh, what's cooking in here?” I ask him with a flirty, raspy voice. “Anything in here for me?”

“I always got something cooking for you,” he says as he looks over his shoulder at me with a salacious grin on his devilish face.

I love that look. It always gets me going. And with the pregnancy hormones, it’s been easier than ever. We can’t seem to keep our insatiable hands off one another.

It's been a year and a few hours since we first came crashing into each other’s lives. A lot has happened during that time.

We fell in love. We got married. We got pregnant. And we got started on our long journey together that will hopefully never end. I guess it will one day when we’re old and grey and way too wrinkly, but for now, we have our youth, we have our love, and we have each other.

It’s all we need.

Nathan drops the spatula onto the counter and turns around. I smile as he swallows me in his big comforting arms. “Want me to kick everyone out?” he whispers.

“What a tempting thought…”

We could kick everyone out… strip down in front of the Christmas tree, fool around on the way up the stairs, slip into bed, and spend the rest of the day with my man’s monstrous cock lodged deep inside of me.

Mmmmmm… I’m almost sold on the idea…

But we have guests and it is Christmas.

We’re just going to have to wait. Isn’t that the best part of Christmas anyway? The waiting… To open presents, for Santa to come, for my man to cum?

I give him a little peck on the lips and then put the spatula back in his hand. “Later, you can unwrap me all you want.”

He groans as I turn him around back to his burning pancakes. “You’re killing me, angel.”

I slap his hard ass and head over to the mimosa station with a giggle.

I’m still thinking of all the tempting possibilities as I fill my father-in-law's glass with orange juice and champagne. This is a large house… lot’s of rooms to get lost in…

Stop it. It’s Christmas and you’re surrounded by family.

I shake my head and laugh as I head back into the living room. To think that last year, I was an innocent virgin who hadn’t even experienced her first kiss. Nathan has corrupted me in every way. I’m no longer innocent and I’m definitely no longer a virgin. I’m a dirty insatiable slut when it comes to him.

I try to tamp down the filthy thoughts in my head as I walk back into the room, smiling at all of my guests.

“Love that sweater,” I say to Josh as I look at his ugly Christmas sweater. It’s a picture of Santa spanking a stripper over his knee and it says ‘I do it for the ho’s.’

Everyone looks like they're having a great time—laughing, smiling, and joking around. The Christmas tree is the biggest I’ve ever seen in a house and it’s lit up spectacularly with a gorgeous porcelain angel on top. Nathan came home with it last week, saying it reminded him of me. There are a ton of presents laid at the bottom and I wouldn’t be surprised if most of them were for me. My man loves to spoil me rotten.

My heart feels like it’s going to burst as I look around. It's a proper Christmas. A true Christmas. A Christmas full of love.

I'm so happy I get to share it with all of these wonderful people.

And I'm so happy it's only gonna last a couple of hours…

I’m excited to do whatever is on Nathan’s dirty mind. I bet it’s something good. Something worth waiting for.

Once everyone leaves, it will be time to have some real Christmas fun.

I can't wait!

Epilogue

Nate

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Thirty years later…

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“Ho, ho, ho,” I holler as I step into the room, ringing the bells in my white-gloved hand.

All six of my grandkids perk up, eyes as wide as saucers. They’re sitting in front of the Christmas tree, but bounce up and rush toward me as I put down my huge red bag full of presents. I’m dressed as Santa Claus, big white beard and everything. I would have grown it out for real, but Holly loves my cheeks nice and smooth, so what was I going to do? Disappoint my wife? Never.

“Hi, Santa,” Holly says in a flirty voice as she comes over and plants a kiss on my cheek. “I thought you’d never get here.”

She giggles as I lean into her ear. “You know I’m always up for sliding into your chimney,” I whisper only loud enough for her to hear.

After all these decades, I can still get her adorable cheeks to turn red.

Our five kids and their spouses groan as I kiss her neck.

“Keep it clean, Santa!” my oldest daughter Camilla says with a shake of her head. “It’s Christmas.”



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