On Santa’s Lap Read Online C.M. Steele

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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
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“So you’re Mr. Nicholas, the new boyfriend.”

“Dad, don’t be rude. Lola, needs her rest and no stress. Besides, I’m sure Trent’s her only boyfriend.” She winks at Trent who grins at that bit of information.

“Girl, I wouldn’t talk if I were you. Anyway, I’m crazy about this man here and he’s wonderful.” I come to Trent’s defense because he means everything to me and I’d hate for there to be conflict for no reason.

“We’ll be the judge of that.”

“Very well. You will see in time and I understand your concern as Lola’s parents. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to make a call really quick. I have an idea since you’re here for the night.” He kisses my cheek and steps out of the room.

The next morning as I’m getting ready to be released, I hear a loud booming voice bellow, “Ho. Ho. Ho. Merry Christmas!” The nurse wheels me out and in the middle of lobby area is Santa Trent with a bunch of toys for all the children in the hospital. Smiling, I know that it doesn’t matter how long we’ve known each other. I’m certain down to my core that I’ve picked the right one for sure.

Epilogue

Lola

“Mom, I’m fine. I swear I am.” I roll my eyes for the hundredth time, feeling dizzy every time I do. My blood pressure’s a little too low, but the doctor says I’m fine.

“She says that all the time, Brenda. I don’t buy it.”

“I know, Trent. She’s a tough cookie, but this baby is giving her a rough go. He’s a big boy and wants to come out much sooner than expected.” My mother-in-law has been a gem. It was my parents that weren’t too happy about our instant relationship, but after they watched the newscast of us as Santa and Mrs. Claus and saw our feelings were genuine they understood.

“Yes, she needs her rest. Come on, Lola. It’s time to lay down before our son comes out too soon.” Trent scoops me up in his strong arms, carrying me upstairs to our bed.

“I’m fine, Trent and so is this little one.”

“We only have a week left. If she goes into labor, it’s okay.”

“It’s not that I’m worried she’ll go into labor. If she has an accident when she’s working that I’m worried about.” He kisses my temple and says, “If you faint and hurt yourself, I’ll be devastated.”

“Okay. I suppose you have a point. I’ll behave, but I think I have to go to the bathroom.” Suddenly I feel a tightness in my stomach and I want some privacy before I can ask for it, Trent picks me back up. As he sets me down in our bathroom, my water breaks. “No bed rest. Our baby’s coming,” I cry out.

“Get the car ready,” Trent hollers, picking me back up in his arms.

“Let me change. I’m soaking wet and I’m getting you wet.”

“Sorry. We have to move before the pain kicks in.” My normally calm husband turns into a mess and I do my best not to laugh, which is easy because the first contract hits as I finish changing my clothes. We made it to the hospital just in time for our first child to be born, Malcolm Trent Nicholas.

Trent

Seven years later

“The kids could see us,” Lola hisses, trying to look over my shoulder toward the staircase which is out of view from where we are by the tree and sofa.

“They aren’t old enough to know what Daddy’s doing to Mommy,” I growl in her ear.

“Yes, but Mommy’s sitting on Daddy’s lap.”

“Well, what are you doing out of your costume?”

“You stripped me naked, remember?”

“Good point, so what are you doing wasting time talking when you should be bouncing on Santa’s lap?” Slides down my length as we fuck in front of the Christmas tree, taking our pleasure over and over every year. For the past seven years, I’ve worshiped my wife next to the Christmas tree as we set up the presents for the kids.

“Hurry up, Mrs. Claus. Santa has to unload his sack,” I growl in her ear, spanking her bare ass, knowing she’s ready to get pregnant again. “I want another baby inside you.”

“Yes, give it to me.” She cries out throwing her head back and rolling her hips as her cunt clenches my length, pulling my seed from me.

I lift her up and pin her to the floor and drill my seed into her while I wrap her legs around my waist, filling her womb and leaving my gift to be opened in nine months. Kissing her until we’re breathless, I hear the faint sounds of wood creaking.

“There better not be little butts out of bed,” I bark out from behind the sofa, so they can’t see me, but they can’t miss my voice roaring through our large home.



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