Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

“That looks almost too good to eat,” I say as I bend down and inhale the sweet caramel buttercream.

“For as long as this took me, Clause, you’re going to eat it.” She raises an eyebrow in challenge.

“I said almost,” I grunt as I take the box from her and grab her around the waist. “Tinsel said the kids are still working on your Christmas present, so we’ve got half an hour.”

“Half an hour?” Her lips part, and I can see the thoughts already starting to take hold in her mind.

“I think I’ll have my dessert now, sweet thing.” She squeals as I carry her with one arm to the back of the kitchen.

We’re all alone now, and it’s been too long since I had my dick in my wife. I put her on the prep table and place the box of cupcakes on the table beside her.

“Pull that dress up. I’m hungry,” I say, taking off my hat and tossing that on the table too.

Frostie watches my every movement as I kneel on the floor in front of her and slide her ass to the edge. Her fingers move quickly to the hem of her dress, and she pulls it up her thighs until I can see her pretty panties with candy canes on them.

“Show me what I want to see,” I order while I open the box and take out one of the cupcakes.

“Clause,” she says, and there’s a hesitation in her voice. “You’re going to make a mess.”

“You think I won’t get every crumb?” I slide my tongue through the buttery caramel, and she can’t take her eyes off of it.

Without another protest, she pulls her panties to the side, and her pussy is right there in front of my face. With the cupcake in my hand, I moan as I smash it against her pussy and spread it around. She squeals until I dive forward and start to eat the mess I’ve made. Then it turns to moans, and her fingers go to my hair.

“My favorite,” I say when I suck the caramel off her clit and she rocks her hips forward.

The vanilla cake does in fact make a mess, but by the time she realizes it, she’s too far gone to care. Instead I hungrily devour my wife as I enjoy the treats she made just for me.

It’s been seven years of heaven, and there’s not a second of our lives I would change. Not with her or how we finally got together or our children and our adventures.

Frostie taught me how to love her and how to receive love in return. I didn’t have any sort of foundation to build on, but she was there every step of the way and showed me how to be a good husband by being the best wife ever. She helped me be a good dad and showed me what a loving parent does. I didn’t have anything to go on before then, but where I fell short, she was always there and ready to help.

Eating her pussy until she’s a limp noodle on the tabletop is just one way I can repay all she’s given me. Her legs start to tense, and I hold her down so she can’t wiggle away. She’s always the squirmiest right before she cums.

She lets go, and one orgasm turns into another as she screams out my name. I can feel her warm pussy pulsing around my tongue, and I grunt as I stand up and pull my cock out.

“This is gonna be quick, but I’ll take care of you again later,” I say as my cock falls between us and I shove into her hot little sheath. “Fuck!”

My curse echoes through the kitchen as I start to thrust harder and harder. The table begins to bang into the one behind it, but I don’t care. She feels too fucking good and looks too damn beautiful for me to hold back.

“Don’t stop,” she moans, then reaches down to rub her clit while I fuck her.

“Shit.” I curse because she knows what that does to me. “Goddamn it, I can’t—”

My words are cut off when she clenches around me, and I lose it. My cock is a slave to her pussy, and I cum instantly. I thrust deep one last time, and wave after wave of release enters her. I groan at the feeling.

“I love you,” I say, falling on top of her and kissing every bare inch of skin I can reach.

“I love you too. Merry Christmas, Clause.”

“Don’t get in a hurry. I’ve still got five more cupcakes to finish.”

When she smiles up at me, I can’t help but think that I’ve got the greatest gift in the world right here in my arms.



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THE END!





FORBIDDEN STRANGER





Noel is Tropings' resident bookworm and can tell you exactly what romances you'll love most. One day while she's working at the library a mysterious stranger comes in, and it might just be her very own Happily Ever After.

Gabriel is in Troping to find the girl who captured his attention from merely a picture thousands of miles away. For weeks he's been pretending to be her book club bestie online, and now that he's fallen in love it's time to come clean.

Warning: What do a librarian, a stranger, and a town full of Christmas cheer have in common? It's the perfect holiday treat to cozy up with! Find out if these two can share secrets and still meet under the mistletoe.





CHAPTER 1





NOEL





I pull out my phone to check my messages the second I exit my parents’ house. My parents live close to downtown, so I can walk to work each day. Today is my first day, and I am so excited. I’m finally a full-time librarian, whereas before I was only a volunteer. Hence why I still lived at home. My mom and dad would give me small jobs to do for their accounting firm to earn some extra money on the side while I took some online college classes.