Page 45 of Pucking Christmas Triplets Surprise

“God, Josie…” I groan, arching my back slightly as she begins to move. “You feel like heaven, baby.”

“Mmm,” She shakes her hair, and I dig my hands into her hips.“Fuck, baby.”

She rides me slowly at first, savoring the sensation, her breasts bouncing with each motion. Her hands rest on my chest, hernails lightly grazing my skin. I feel like I’m drowning in her, every inch of my body alive with need.

“Harder,” I whisper, my voice rough with desire.

She complies, picking up the pace as she bounces on me. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mixing with our ragged breaths. I reach up, cupping her breasts, squeezing gently as I thrust up into her.

“Chris… oh God…” she moans, her head falling back as she loses control.

I match her rhythm, driving deeper with each thrust. Our movements become frantic, desperate, as we chase the ultimate release.

“Josie, I’m so close…” I gasp, my muscles tightening with the approach of climax.

She meets my gaze, her eyes dark with lust. “Cum for me, Santa. Fill me up.”

Those words push me over the edge. I let out a guttural shout, my hips snapping up as I cum inside her. She follows soon after, her body shuddering as she clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Stop being gross and come open presents, you two!” Abby yells up the stairs, her voice full of exasperation and a hint of amusement. “Caleb is waiting, and I can’t wait to see what you got me!”

Josie rolls her eyes playfully and lets out a soft laugh. “Looks like we're being summoned.”

I brush her hair back gently, with a tight smile on my face. “Guess webetter go.” But

I don’t move. Instead, I pepper kisses along her cheek, nose, and landing on her lips—giving her a long, lingering kiss that makes her curl her fingers in my chest.

“Come on now! She’s already pregnant!” Caleb’s voice rings through the door, and I groan against her lips.

"Okay, okay," She murmurs, breaking the kiss and eyes shining as she looks up at me. “Let's go before Abby decides to come up here and drag us down herself.”

Josie changes into a white fluffy sweater and Christmas light pants, while I put on a Grinch pajama set Abby brought me two years ago.

Josie skips over, balancing on her tiptoes, her face mischievous as she aims for a kiss. But instead of a sweet peck, she flicks her tongue over my lips. I growl, trying to catch her, but she ducks away, her laughter bouncing off the walls. “Alright, the first one down is a rotten egg!”

Josie throws a playful glance over her shoulder as she bolts toward the stairs, but. I’m right on her heels. “You think you can outrun me?” I tease, lunging forward.

My hands close around her waist, and with a mock roar, I hoist her up and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals, her laughter coming out in uncontrollable bursts as she playfully pummels my back with her fists.

“Christopher!” she shrieks, giggling, and I smack her ass only making her squirm in my arms. Her voice echoes as I carry her down the stairs, taking them two at a time, her hair swishing and her protests only making me spank her harder.

Once we hit the bottom, I gently set her down, both of us breathless and beaming. I look down at her with a smug grin. “I win.”

“You cheated.” She huffs, walking towards the kitchen. The smell of French toast and cinnamon wafts through the air, and I can hear Caleb’s voice from the kitchen, teasing Abby as he flips the pancakes with practiced ease.

Abby swings her legs as she sits on the counter, eating an iced Christmas tree cookie. She is wearing a Christmas sweater that is a little too big for her but somehow looks perfect on her. I grin as I sit down beside her, and Josie pulls up a stool.

“About time,” Abby grumbles, though her lips can’t help but twitch into a smile. “I was starting to think you two were never coming down.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” I smile, stealing a piece of French toast and taking a bite with a teasing grin.

“No you’re not, don’t lie.” Caleb snorts, and Josie’s cheeks beat a pretty bright red, I want to see how down it goes.

“No, I'm not sorry. I was just being polite.” I shrug.

Caleb turns around sliding the last piece of French toast on the pile in the middle of the table. “When have you ever been polite?”

“Call it the Christmas spirit,” I shrug winking at Josie, whose eyes widen in horror as she twists her hands.

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