Page 23 of Curvy Girl for Santa
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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.