Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

“How about how lucky I am that you’re mine?”

“You can say that to me as many times as you want.” She leans into my touch, and I bend down to kiss her.

“It’s all true,” I say and brush my lips against her soft mouth. “And I can’t wait to spend forever telling anyone who will listen just how amazing you are.”

“Stop it or you’ll get me pregnant again.”

Our kiss turns from innocent to passionate in a blink, and when I taste her, all I can do is moan and hold her close.

“I think it’s time we go to bed and try out that jealousy thing again,” I offer, and Joy agrees.

With all the love in the world nestled right against me, we make our way home.





BONUS EPILOGUE





NORTH





Fifteen years later…





“Are we not making cookies for Santa?” I ask Joy as the last of the kids head up to bed.

“The twins didn’t want to, and the older boys are kind of out of that phase.” She says it with a tiny hint of sadness in her voice, and I shake my head.

“All right then, I guess it’s up to us,” I say and turn on the oven.

“What?” She’s confused, but there’s curiosity in her voice.

“You heard me. Now I don’t know about you, but I haven’t been exactly good one hundred percent of the time this year. If we want Santa to leave some presents, we better make sure the big guy has extra chocolate chips waiting on him.”

“He likes the butterscotch ones too,” she says hesitantly and then grins. “Are you sure you don’t want to just forget it this year?”

“And miss out on stocking stuffers?” I shake my head as I take the ingredients out of the pantry. “Not on your life, sweetheart.”

She’s quiet for a few minutes as we get everything together and measured into a bowl. “You know you really didn’t have to do this.” Her voice is quiet, but I can hear the happiness.

“Of course I didn’t have to.” I touch her chin so she looks up at me. “I wanted to. Besides, making you happy makes me happy.”

She sighs in her relaxed and contented way and scoops the dough onto a pan. Once they’re in the oven, I set the egg timer and take her by the hand.

“Where are we going?” She looks back at the oven as I take her into the pantry and close the door behind us.

“We’ve got seven minutes, and I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do with my time than make my wife cum.”

“North!” she hisses as I go down on my knees in front of her. “What if the kids come down here?”

“Then they’ll have to explain to their therapist how their dad couldn’t keep his hands off their mom.” I push her back against the door and shove her Christmas nightgown up her thighs. “Hold this out of my way. I want to eat my cookies now.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to—” Her words are cut off by her own moan as I push her panties to the side and shove my tongue in her pussy.

She rocks her hips forward, and I slide over her clit before I suck on it. She’s already wet with excitement, and as I grab her ass and bury my face, she lets me have all of her. Her fingers are gripped tight in my hair as I eat and eat, and with only a few quick circles around her clit she cums. Her pussy is pulsing as I stand up and quickly thrust my cock into her. One orgasm turns into the next, and I hear the timer go off.

“Oh god, North,” she moans as she rides me, and I lift her off the ground so she can wrap her legs around my waist.

“Fuck, that’s it. Cum for me again, sweetheart.”

“The cookies!” Her eyes widen like she’s just realized the timer is buzzing.

“Fuck the cookies,” I groan as I fuck her harder. “Cum on me.”

I pound her against the door and keep going until I feel a wet rush from her pussy coat my cock and she squeezes me tight. She goes off hot and fast, and I’m not far behind her. My cock throbs as I release into her, and it’s so fucking good I have to stand there just holding her while the spots around my eyes fade away.

“God, I love you,” I pant, and Joy laughs as she hugs me close.

“I love you too.”

By the time we come out of the pantry, the cookies are burned to a crisp, and the kids have all come downstairs to see why the smoke alarms are going off. The bad news is we have to make more cookies, but the best news is that they all decide to help this time.

Some Christmas traditions change over time, but new ones can be fun too. Especially when it involves getting my wife alone.



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THE END!





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