SNOWBOUND DESIRES: A CHRISTMAS SEDUCTION
This holiday collection is pure, uncut sin under the mistletoe.
Step-siblings tangled in tinsel and sweat.
Best friends betraying vows on the Christmas rug.
Stranded guests double-stuffed by the hosts.
Secret Santas delivering creampies instead of gifts.
No safe words. No condoms. Just raw, bed-breaking, screaming-orgasm holiday hookups.🔥
Kinks include: daddy kink, age-gap, cheating, Double Penetration, squirting on the Christmas tree, caught masturbating, and marital-bed breeding while the spouse sleeps downstairs.
If Christmas makes you wet for the wrong reasons-this blizzard will drown you in it.
Strictly 18+.🔞🔞🔞
Grab a blanket... you'll need it to hide the stains.🔥🔥
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Chapter 2
Ava's POV
Liam's cum is still oozing from my ass, warm and thick, sliding down to mix with the slick mess between my thighs. My pussy still pulsing from Liam's last thrust.
A stair groans, slow and deliberate.
Ethan steps into the glow, flannel hanging open, chest glistening with sweat. Our gazes lock, his burning into mine with sinful promises.
"Fuuuck, Ava...what the hell..." he rasps, voice low and cracked, like gravel dragged over velvet.
The air is filled with the scent of pine needles, melted wax, sex, and the sharp ozone of fried fairy lights.
Liam leans against the desk, cock still half-hard, glistening with my spit.
He smirks. "Join us, big brother. She's dripping for round two."
I moved first. Dropping to my hands and knees and crawling to where he stood on the last stair. Not graceful at all but hungry.
My knees dragged over the rug, breasts swaying in the air. I have my eyes locked on the bulge in Ethan's jeans like it was the only thing in the room.
Liam chuckled. "Told you I'd want both of us."
Ethan's breath hitched once he realized what I was about doing. "Ava-"
I pounced on him as he opened his mouth to say something, my hands trembling as I claw at his belt. His abs clench as I yank his jeans open with a clink.
His briefs shoved down just enough for me to curl my hands round his massive shaft.
"Ohhh....." my eyes wide, breath hitching as I took him in. He was even bigger than his brother. I was dripping just thinking of how he would shift my womb.
His cock sprang free, thick, huge and fluId.
"hmmm...." I took him down in one brutal slide with no warning.
No teasing, nor mercy.
My throat opened like I'd been born for this. Ethan's hips jerks forward, his hands flying to my hair on instinct.
I swallowed him to the hilt, my nose buried in the dark hair at his base.
"Nggnnhhh..." I hummed in satisfaction. His eyebrows knitted above his hooded eyes.
"Jesus...fuck..."
I pulled back just enough to breathe, spit stringing from my lips to his cock.
I slammed down again. Harder, faster.
My tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, cheeks hollowing as I sucked like I wanted to pull his soul out through his dick.
Liam watched, stroking himself slow, eyes dark. "Look at her. She's starving for it."
Ethan couldn't look anywhere else. My eyes watered, mascara smudging, but I didn't stop.
"Nahhh..." I gagged as he kept on hitting the back of my throat. Instead of letting go, I adjusted and took him deeper.
My hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in, pulling him into my mouth like he was the air I needed to breathe.
"Shit...fuck....shit...your mouth..." Ethan's hips jerk. His cock pulses against my tongue.
His knees buckled. He grabbed the stair rail to stay upright.
I followed, crawling forward, still not releasing his cock. My throat fluttered around him, milking him with every bob of my head.
Ethan's head fell back. "Fuck.....Ava....I'm gonna..."
I pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny, and grinned up at him, with hooded eyes and fluId cheeks .
"Not yet. I want you inside me when you come. Both of you."
Ethan drops his jeans completely. His cock slapping heavy against his abs. It looked thicker, and angrier. The veins are throbbing and precum beading at the tip like melted sugar.
"Hmmm, you want both Santas to light your nice pretty holes up, don't you?"
He slowly strokes his dick, probably thinking of all the dirty things he wanted to do to me.
"On your back, slut," he growls. "Spread that filthy cunt. Show Daddy how empty you are."
I scramble, the desk creaking under me. Wood cold against my spine, tits bouncing as I open my legs wide.
"Look at you, pussy clenching, ass leaking with my brother's load. You begged for this, didn't you?"
My pussy throbs. It is swollen, shiny, begging for more. Ethan slaps my clit with his cock.
" Ahh....ummm....hh" I moan as the pleasure becomes too much for my oversensitive clit.
"Beg," he snarls.
"Please.....Daddy...fuck me," I sob, voice shredded.
"Ruin my cunt...please..mm"
He grips my throat, squeezes. "Louder."
"FUCK MY CUNT, DADDY!" I scream, the sound echoing off rafters.
He slams into me in one brutal thrust. My greedy pussy stretches, burning, as it swallows him whole.
His curve hits my G-spot perfectly, in that delicious pain that brings me closer to the edge, every vein dragging my walls.
"ahhh....mmm...ye...yes..ahh" I groan, my voice broken from screaming. He continues pounding, his hips snapping forward as his thrusts becomes faster. His balls slapping my ass due to the rhythm.
"Nngh....fuck...yes...Daddy...
deeper...fucking..... Santa....ohhh" I moan, the words slurring through spit, as he buries himself deeper into me.
Liam steps up, cock at my lips. "Open that tight little mouth, whore."
I stretch wide, my jaw aching and he rams in without warning. I taste myself immediately on his cock.
Thick, salty, dripping.
He hits the back of my throat making me gag.
I refuse to back down, tears streaming and spit bubbling down my chin.
Ethan fucks my pussy in perfect sync, the wet squelch of my cunt mixing with the sloppy sounds of my throat.
"Hmmm....nghh...mmm"
"Choke on it," Liam grunts, fingers fisted in my hair.
"Mmm...take Daddy's cock...let Ethan drill that sweet pussy."
"mmmnnghh....." I mumble incoherently with Liam's cock still in my mouth. The pleasure is driving me crazy.
Ethan snatches the candy-cane dildo, still slick with my cum and shoves it into my ass with no warning.
The ridges burn, as it stretches to fill my ass.
"Hmmmmmmm...." I scream around Liam's cock, voice muffled and desperate. My pussy squirting instantly, hot spurts splashing Ethan's abs.
"Fuuuck," Ethan roars, voice cracked.
"Hear that? She's cumming. This is the tightest cunt I've ever wrecked."
Liam pulls out, slaps my face with his wet cock.
He twists the toy, pumping in time with his thrusts. The double stuffing is insane-my vision spots, moans shattering into high-pitched whimpers,
"Nngh....Daddy....too..mmuch.....mmmm....gonna.....ahhh....cum..."
"Beg for our cum, slut."
"Cum in me," I sob, tears and spit mixing.
"Fill my holes...please....Daddies....ruin me..."
Ethan yanks the dildo out with a wet pop. He spits on my ass, and slams his cock in.
"Ahhh..." I scream raw, my voice gone.
He fucks my ass brutally.
"Nggnnhhhh.." Liam rams back into my pussy.
My holes are stuffed. Both cocks rubbing through the thin wall, stretching me beyond.
"Take both Daddies," Ethan snarls, hips moving faster as he slaps my ass.
"Scream for us, let the storm hear."
I explode. Pussy and ass clenching, as I squirt so hard it splaIs the desk, the rug, their thighs. The wet gush is obscene, loud.
"Daddy.... I'm...mmm...cumming....fuuuck.
yes..yes...yes"
Liam roars, spilling deep in my pussy. He spurts hot, thick ropes, pulse after pulse into my womb.
Ethan follows, pumping my ass full, the heat flooding me.
I feel every spurt, every throb, until we're shaking, panting, stuck together.
We collapse, sweat cooling, cum leaking down my legs. The Christmas tree flickering weaker now, bulbs humming their last.
Liam kisses my shoulder, breath hot. "Storm's still raging."
Ethan smirks, cock twitching against my thigh. "Round three's coming."
Then-
Bang bang bang
The lobby door rattles hard.
A voice outside, sharp and pissed: "Open the fuck up! I know you're in there!"
We freeze. Eyes wide. Hearts slamming in our ribcages.
The banging comes again, louder and more persistent.
Who the hell is that?
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8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
7.1
One look was all it took for the Golden Wolf to mark his prey.
​To the glittering elite of Milan, Dante Moretti is a god among men, a billionaire mogul whose Midas touch turns every gold future into an empire. But beneath the bespoke Italian suits and the cold, amber eyes lies a monster. Sworn in as the new Capo of the Moretti Syndicate over his father's open casket, Dante is a man who rules with an iron grip and a heart of stone. He doesn't ask for what he wants. He takes it.
​Then he saw Bianca.
​Bianca Rossi is a creature of light, an innocent art student who finds beauty in the shadows of Milan's back alleys. She lives for her canvas and her dreams, unaware that a chance encounter in a midnight storm has placed her in the sights of the city's most dangerous predator.
​Dante doesn't just want her. He is obsessed.
​Using his billions like a silken web, Dante orchestrates a "gilded cage" for Bianca. From anonymous scholarships to lavish "chance" encounters, he draws her into a world of blood-stained gold and lethal power plays. But Bianca is no porcelain doll. Behind her soft beauty lies a fierce, indomitable spirit that refuses to be bought-or broken.
​As a brutal war with the Ricci family threatens to burn Milan to the ground, Bianca must choose: flee the man who stalks her dreams, or stand beside the Wolf and become his Queen.
​In a world where loyalty is paid in blood and love is a lethal weakness, will Dante's possessiveness be their salvation... or their ultimate destruction?
7.2
Stepping out of the women's correctional center, Karli took her first breath of freedom in three years.
But the luxury SUV waiting for her didn't bring her home. Instead, her adoptive parents tossed a prenuptial agreement onto her lap.
They demanded she marry a violently unhinged, disfigured man so their company could secure a massive commercial deal.
When she refused, her adoptive mother slapped her hard across the face.
The blow brought back the suffocating nightmare from three years ago—how they had drugged her, framed her for a crime she didn't commit, and sent her to prison just so her stepsister could steal her fiancé.
Now, to break her again, her adoptive father ordered his bodyguards to drag her into the estate's freezing, pitch-black basement.
"You can rot in the dark without food or water until you sign that paper!"
Sitting on the damp cement, bleeding and shivering, a white-hot fury burned away Karli's panic.
They had stolen her youth, her reputation, and her grandfather's inheritance. She would rather die than be their sacrificial lamb again.
She smashed the basement window with a hammer, dragged her bleeding body through the shattered glass, and sprinted blindly into the stormy night.
Under the flickering neon sign of a convenience store, she grabbed the sleeve of a terrifyingly cold stranger.
"Are you single? Marry me right now."
She just needed a legal marriage to escape her family, entirely unaware she had just proposed to the most ruthless billionaire in Chicago.
8.4
When everything she built was reduced to ashes, she had only two choices surrender or rise.
Left with nothing but scars and unanswered questions, a young woman must face a world that no longer waits for the broken. Betrayal, loss, and hardship try to bury her, but from the ruins, something stronger begins to form.
This is not a story about luck.
It is a story about resilience.
About standing again when the fall should have ended everything.
Rise From The Ashes is an inspiring journey of survival, growth, and quiet strength where every step forward is a victory earned.
9.5
My husband told me I was a contractual obligation, an irritant he was forced to endure after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a social media influencer, a woman whose lies were as polished as her feed.
But when her baby was found with a small cut on her lip, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous monster who attacked an innocent child.
My husband, the man I had stood by through everything, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he ordered a guard to take a needle and thread and sew my lips shut.
"She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy.
He then had me hung upside down in the lobby of my own wellness retreat, a public spectacle for the world to condemn.
As I dangled there, bleeding and broken, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me.
But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I' d planted in the baby's room. And they had no idea that my family could crush his entire empire with a single phone call.
7.8
He's my ex fiance's uncle?
Perfect!
This is a perfect opportunity for me to take revenge on Javier for cheating on me with my best friend.
But at what cost?