Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

“You love it.”

“Yes.” She closes her eyes and rocks her hips to take more of me.

“It’s a good thing I’m your favorite trope.” Her eyes open, and she gives me a dirty smirk.

“You knew I had a thing for long lost family before you married me.”

“Don’t forget insta-love,” I say as I bury my face in her neck and thrust all the way inside. We both moan together as I stay like that for a long moment, letting her get used to my size. “And you know how I feel about breeding.”

She clenches around me as her nails score my back. “And dirty talk.”

“Oh yes, always dirty talk.” I pin her hips to the bed, leaning back to look down at her. “Now let me fuck that pretty little cunt. My cock is full of baby batter.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, and my eyes widen in delight.

“Good girl.”



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THE END!





BONUS EPILOGUE





GABRIEL





Ten years later…





“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

I clench my fists as I watch her bend over and her round ass goes in the air. We’re at Santa’s Village, for Christ's sake, and I know I’m not the only one watching her. Noel is bent down talking to the little kids in line, and I’m scanning the crowd to make sure nobody is checking out my wife’s ass. Sure enough, there’s a group of guys that pass by, and one of them almost stumbles as he tries to get a better look. When I step in his line of sight, he mutters some kind of apology and hurries in the opposite direction.

Troping has the gazebo all set up for Christmas treats, and this year they’ve even done ice skating. It’s Christmas Eve, and the place is packed, so there is no shortage of eyes on my wife.

“It’s time to go,” I say quickly when she stands up.

“But we just got here.” She looks around and waves at another person that comes to the library regularly.

“Here, put on my coat.” I start to take it off, and she rolls her eyes.

“Gabriel, my dress is fine.” She brushes her hands down the front of her Mrs. Claus outfit, but she looks more like Mrs. Claus’s slutty niece. “It’s festive.”

“I knew there was a reason you wanted to meet me here.” I move in closer and stare down at her mound of cleavage. “You knew there was no way I was letting you out of the house in this.”

“Oh, you would have,” she challenges and puts her chin in the air. “But you would have fucked me in it first.”

My eyes widen, and my mouth falls open as she turns and walks away from me. This woman is trying to drive me to the edge of insanity. And damn her, she knows it’s working.

I’ve been trying to be good for weeks. The doctor gave us the green light after she healed from giving birth to our last baby, but this final pregnancy was hard on her. She was on bed rest for most of it, and our daughter was born six weeks early. Noel had a lot of complications, and I didn’t want to rush anything.

This morning, she walked in on me jerking off in the shower, and I stopped right away and told her it wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t want her to think she wasn’t taking care of me when she’s already got enough to worry about. So what if I have to rub one out if it means she gets to rest and heal? I’m not ever going anywhere.

But today when it was time to go to Santa’s Village with the family, she told me she had some last-minute shopping to do and she would meet me at the gazebo. When I walked up and saw what she had on, I knew exactly why this was her plan.

“Careful, dollface, you’re playing with fire.”

“Am I?” she teases as she goes over to the hot cocoa station and takes a candy cane.

I watch as she unwraps it and then slides the end slowly past her full lips. “Noel.” I say it like a curse as I glance around and make sure no one is watching. My parents are with the older kids in the ice rink, and Noel’s mom and dad are with the baby back at home.

“Gabriel?” She licks the end of it and cocks her head to the side innocently.

“Hey, Mrs. Claus, I’ve been good all year!” some young guy calls out as he walks past us, and I start to lunge after him.

“Whoa!” Noel takes my arm as the guy runs off, and I glare at her. “He was just being nice,” she says, and I see the edge of her lips turn up in a smirk. “Calm down, grouchy pants.”

My eyes drift down to her skirt, and suddenly I feel hot on the back of my neck. “Are you wearing panties, Noel?”

She pretends to think it over and taps the candy cane between her lips. “Hmmm, let me think.”

“I know what you’re doing.” I bend down and point a finger at her. “And it’s not going to work.”

“Are you sure about that?” Then to my shock, my sweet innocent wife leans forward and puts her lips around the end of my finger.

Desire, anger, hunger, rage, and need like I’ve ever felt hit me all at once. Black spots appear in the corners of my eyes, and all my control snaps.

I jerk my hand back and take her by the upper arm. “Okay, dollface. You wanna do this, we’ll fucking do this.”

I swear her smirk grows into a full-blown smile as I march her away from the crowd and into the back of the library. When I get to the door, I aggressively punch her security code into the keypad, and the door unlocks. With my heavy boot, I kick it closed behind us, and when I hear the automatic lock engage, I turn Noel to face me.