Page 17 of A Secret Baby for Christmas
She moans and the sounds vibrates over my cock, and it’s too much to take. My cock explodes into her mouth, shooting hot cum to the back of her throat. Her eyes go wide and I pull her head down my cock, thrusting deep down her throat so she takes everything I’ve got.
It’s pure release and feels so fucking good as I pump everything into her, and she sucks and swallows down every last drop.
“Such a good girl.”
Her eyes go shiny with the praise, and she pops me out of her mouth. “Did I do okay?” She looks up at me expectantly.
“You did great, baby.”
I want to tell her she did more than okay, that she’s my reason for living. That she makes me feel younger and more alive than I have in years.
The sound of Hugo’s cries has her head jerking to the door, and the moment is lost. I help Chloe to her feet, and she hurries to get Hugo.
I have to share her with our son, but I’m not at all jealous. He can have for her a few hours. But tonight, Chloe is all mine.
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CHLOE
We spend the next few hours fussing over Hugo and picking at the sharing platter Mr. Porter ordered from The Lodge.
For the first time, I feel like a family. This is how our life could look, all three of us hanging out together. Hugo has tummy time on the baby blanket and Mr. Porter rattles his toys in front of him, making him giggle.
Snow has started to fall heavily, and we keep the fire blazing and the scented candles lit. It’s the perfect Christmas Eve, heavy with anticipation of what’s to come once Hugo is in bed.
Mr. Porter helps bathe Hugo and reads him a bedtime story. I give him a final feeding and he goes down easily with a belly full of milk. Then I’m alone with Mr. Porter and all the passion from earlier bubbles up.
We make love on the rug by the fire and again with me bent over the back of a chair.
His appetite for me is insatiable, and I can’t get enough of him either.
Now that we’ve found each other again, our bodies are making up for lost time. I lose count of the number of orgasms I have, each one bigger than the last.
It’s after ten and we’re sitting by the fire, our naked bodies entwined. I lean back into Mr. Porter, and his strong arms encircle me. He’s got a bourbon in one hand, and I’m having a hot chocolate. Hugo will wake soon for his last feeding of the night and I should probably get dressed, but my clothes are strewn all over the floor and it feels too good to sit here naked with my man.
I sigh contentedly, and a yawn escapes my lips.
“I better get you to bed.” Mr. Porter nips at my ear. “Our son will need you soon.”
“Not just yet.” The fire’s too warm, and it’s too nice in his arms.
There’s the sound of a key turning in the lock. Startled, I turn to Mr. Porter, and his gaze snaps around to the entryway.
There’s the creak of the front door opening, and he frowns.
“Stay here,” he whispers, getting up.
I scramble for my clothes. If someone’s breaking in, I don’t want to get caught naked.
Not so for Mr. Porter. He stands up with his dick swinging between his legs and strides to the entryway, obviously not afraid to confront an intruder while butt naked.
But before he gets too far, the door from the entryway to the main cabin opens, and Allie and Hans appear.
My heart jumps into my throat. We’ve been sitting in the dark with only the fire, and Allie snaps the light on. She gasps when she sees her naked father. Her face looks horrified and she turns away quickly, covering her eyes as her dad covers his bits with his hands.
“Dad! What are you doing wandering around naked?”
I’m pulling my pants on when she sees me, and her eyes go wide. “What the…?”
