Oaklyn

Humming along to Nat King Cole, I stuffed another bag with tissue paper and wrote Callum’s mom’s name on the tag. His parents would be here tomorrow, and I was just now getting around to wrapping presents on Christmas Eve night. 

I looked over at the clock. Much longer and I’d be wrapping Christmas presents on the morning of. Taking a deep breath, I resumed my humming and grabbed another present. I needed to hurry so I could get back to Callum and surprise him with a new outfit I was hoping would lead to us starting Christmas Day with a bang… literally. 

After dinner, I’d shooed him away. I had gifts for him to wrap too and I didn’t want him to see them. So, he’d murmured about lesson plans and walked off in the direction of his office. Which played perfectly into my plans for the night. 

Thankfully, I didn’t have many presents to wrap. I’d given gifts to my family when they’d come up for the wedding two weeks ago. A smile stretched my lips, my heart flying higher and I couldn’t help but break my song and whisper, “Mrs. Callum Pierce.” It didn’t matter that it had only been two weeks. Going by that name would fill me to the brim with happiness no matter how many years passed. Even when we were both old and gray, cuddled under a blanket staring up at the stars. 

We’d only been engaged for less than a year, but I’d been lucky to hold Callum off for that long. I’d fought off his suggestions of eloping by sharing my fantasies of being a princess on my wedding day. And the day after finals for both of us, me in grad school and him with his students, we’d gotten married. 

The snow had fallen gracefully for us, making our day even more like a fairytale than I could have imagined. Then he’d whisked me away to a warm beach and proceeded to make love to me for hours on end. 

Speaking of making love, I needed to hurry. I finished his father’s present and pulled Callum’s gift in front of me. With trembling fingers, I placed it gently in a box and wrapped it carefully. I didn’t know how he’d react to his gift and my nerves were wracking through me. Placing a bow on the top, I took a deep breath and pushed the nausea aside. 

I grabbed the box and headed to our bedroom where I dug through our closet and found my stashed outfit. Callum noticed every tiny detail out of place, so I’d had to shove it inside a shoe box, or else he’d notice the extra box taking up residence where it shouldn’t. But I was pretty sure he had no idea what was about to greet him in his office. My hands skimmed down the skirt, ending just below the curve of my bottom. 

Looking in the mirror, I undid one more button and tugged the collar wider, hinting more at the white lace covering my breasts. Finally, I slicked a red lipstick across my lips and grabbed the box, heading down the hall. His door was cracked, and I knocked. I could have gone in uninvited, but it would have ruined the scenario. 

“Come on in,” his deep voice called. My body shivered, loving the way the rough tone reached across the space to heighten my anticipation. 

“Dr. Pierce?” I stuck just my head through the door, my hair falling over one shoulder, tickling the skin, making goose bumps rise. 

“Oaklyn?” 

He looked up from his papers. His furrowed brow dipping below the rim of his Clark Kent glasses. Holding his gaze, I stepped out from behind the door. His whole body stiffened as his eyes skimmed me from my black Mary Jane’s, over my plaid skirt, up to the cleavage exposed by my gaping shirt. 

I smirked at him, letting my fingers drop to tauntingly stroke the skin on my thigh, playing with the hem of the skirt. His eyes burned me with each step closer to his desk. The light blue darkening with desire and need. 

“What are you doing?” he barely choked out, pulling his glasses off with shaking fingers. 

“I’ve been a bad girl, Dr. Pierce.”

Callum

The fact that I was a teacher and all the blood was currently rushing to my cock as my wife pretended to be a bad student should concern me. My morals should prevent me from ever picturing a student in a sexual manner. But Oaklyn had ruined that for me four years ago. And the way her fingers toyed with the ridiculously short hem of her skirt, the way each step had me holding my breath in anticipation that the skirt would rise high enough to let me see what hid beneath it, had me not giving a single fuck about my morals. 

I clenched my hands around the arm of my office chair to stop myself from meeting her half way, tearing that blouse open all the way so I could suck on her breasts as I fucked her right in the middle of the room. But my wife wanted to play, and I couldn’t deny her even if I tried. Which I didn’t.

“What did you do, Miss Derringer?”

She nibbled her full red lips and twirled her caramel colored hair around her finger. “I… I left class the other day and rushed to the bathroom to touch myself. I couldn’t help it after listening to you in class. Imagining what was under your suit.”

“Did you come?” She nodded. “Did you imagine it was thick fingers stretching your cunt? That it was my hand rubbing hard at your clit? Did you moan my name?”

“Yes, Dr. Pierce.”

“Well, then. You were very bad.”

“What are you going to do?”

I somehow managed to allow one hand to release its death grip without darting toward her and hooked my finger, gesturing for her to come to me. When she stood before me, her wide eyes shining like gold staring down at me, I finally released my other hand and stood, towering over her. 

“Turn around, Miss Derringer.” She gave a slight nod and did as I told her. “Now, place your hands on the desk and don’t move them.”

“Yes, sir.”

I didn’t waste time with teasing her skin with my fingers. I was barely holding on and needed to do something to ease this tension pulling every muscle tight in my body. I flipped her skirt up and groaned at the simple white cotton panties, knowing she was anything but virginal. I roughly tugged them down, leaving them half way at her thighs, liking them in my line of sight. 

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Then I brought my hand down hard on the round curve of her ass. She yelped and bounced forward, unprepared for the stinging blow. I allowed myself only a moment to appreciate the pink blooming on her cheek, smiling at the beginning of what would be a red, warm ass later. 

I spanked her again and again, each time her body jerking forward, but her cries turning from shock to pleasure. 

“Do you like being spanked, Miss Derringer?”

“No, Dr. Pierce,” she breathed. “It’s wrong. My professor shouldn’t put his hands on me. Shouldn’t be able to see my bare bottom. Or my pussy.”

“I think you do like it. I think this is what you fantasized about after class with her fingers buried in your cunt.”

“No.”

I pressed my hand to her back, pushing her to fold in-half over the desk. I dropped over her and nipped at her ear, kissing along her shoulder over her shirt, as my hand reached between her legs and swiped at her pussy. 

“You’re awfully wet.” Her only response was to push back against my hand. I parted her folds and wiped my palm across her cunt, collecting her slick juices on my hand. “Are you lying to me?’

“No, Dr. Pierce,” she whimpered. 

I pulled my hand from between her legs and smacked her ass three more times, the wetness adding a new sting to her skin. She moaned each time I went back for more of her cum and barely contained her cries of pleasure each time I spanked her. 

By the time I pulled back, she had sweat lining her hairline and her fingers were digging into the wood of my desk. I took in her beautifully rosy cheeks and decided to let her come for being so good. For taking her spanking so well. I fell to my knees and pushed her firm ass cheeks apart, exposing everything. She jerked and cried out when my tongue pushed inside her. Her whimpers rang throughout my office as I dipped down to her clit and buried two fingers deep inside her, hooking to hit her g-spot, fucking her harder. 

I pulled them out, but kept licking at her clit, moving my damp fingers to her tight asshole, slowly pushing one finger all the way in, but not stopping. 

I’d come so far in these last four years. Oaklyn guiding me every step of the way as we experimented and made new memories to replace the old. Now, her ass was one of my favorite places to be. I loved how tight she was and how hard she squeezed me when she came. 

But I wouldn’t lose myself in her ass tonight. Tonight, I was ready to feel her pussy spasm against my lips. I pushed my middle finger back into her core once to make it slick and then moved it to join my other finger stretching her. Fucking her ass, I gave long sweeps along her slit and quick flicks along her clit until she was pushing back against my face and every part of her was squeezing me. Just imagining feeling that pressure on my cock had me moving a hand to squeeze my length to hold off my orgasm. 

Once her spasms slowed, I stood. I pulled her upright and turned her to face me. She swayed back and supported herself against my desk, her breasts heaving, and her eyes glazed and sated. I whipped my shirt over my head and sat back in my chair, undoing my pants to pull my aching dick free. She licked her lips and I thought about telling her to fall to her knees and suck me, but I needed to come in my wife. Needed to feel her. 

Grabbing my cock, I gave it a few strokes, putting on a show for her. “Now to finish your punishment, Miss Derringer. Allow your professor in your tight pussy. Allow me inside your body.”

“But you’re my professor. That’s so wrong”

“So was the way I fingered your ass as I drank your cum. Now come sit on my cock.”

She nibbled on her lips but proceeded to step closer and undo her blouse to expose her perfect lace-covered breasts. They looked to be barely contained in her bra, like they were begging to be let free of their too-small confines. When she perched a knee on either side of my hips, I obliged and undid the front clasp and we both sighed as they fell free. 

I held my cock up for her and gripped her hip, guiding her to settle over my length as I leaned in to suck on her nipple. She tried to go slow, but as soon as I was lodged inside, I gripped her hips and slammed her down over me. Over and over I thrust up into her, pressing wet sucking kisses all over the curves and hallows I could reach, drowning the sounds of our skin slapping together. 

Her hands burrowed into my hair and pulled me back, so she could stare down at me. Her cheeks rosy. Her lips swollen and flushed, barely hinting at a satisfied smile. Sliding my hands to her ass, I gripped her tight and stood, only taking two steps before we hit the desk and I rested her there where I could resume the race to our finish. 

So close. So fucking close. 

“Oaklyn,” I panted her name. Always her name when I was losing myself inside her. 

Her nails dug into my shoulders and her whimpers came faster. Her pussy just barely fluttering around my cock, letting me know she was close. Resting my forehead to hers, I looked down to where I disappeared inside her. I stared at the way my thick cock stretched her tight cunt. At the way her cum coated my length. The way her clit peeked out, begging for attention, desperate to be touched so she could explode. 

“I love you,” she whispered against my cheek. Her words a soft caress to my damp skin, reminding me where I was. To remind me of how far I’d come and how lucky I was to go everywhere with her. 

“I love you too.” Then I pressed my thumb to her hard nub and commanded, “Come.”

On cue, her whole body tightened. Her nails dug in harder and dragged down my shoulders, probably—hopefully—leaving a mark. Her pussy clenched so tight, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to break free. She squeezed me so hard, I had no choice but to fall over the edge with her. Feeling, time, everything but us, ceased to exist outside of the way I pushed inside her and released all I had, filling her. 

When the ringing finally subsided, and her nails were removed from my flesh, I slid out of my wife and looked down between her still-spread thighs. 

My cock slowly softened, and I dipped two fingers through her folds, collecting a mixture of our cum. “I love watching my cum slip from your swollen pussy.”

She hummed tiredly, and I lifted my wet fingers to her lips. She didn’t hesitate. She held my stare and sucked every drop of our pleasure from my fingers. 

When she was done, her eyes drooped. She was tired. She’d been tired a lot lately and I could only assume it was all the planning of the holidays and our wedding. Looking over at the clock I saw it was just after midnight. 

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Pierce.” I never tired of hearing my last name on her.

“Merry Christmas, Dr. Pierce.” 

I went to lean in and snag another kiss, but she pulled back and held up her hand. “I have a gift for you.”

“I thought we were exchanging tomorrow morning.”

“I can’t wait with this one.”

She reached behind her to the far corner of the desk and grabbed a long box I hadn’t noticed before. When she leaned back up, she continued to look down at the box and held it with a white-knuckle grip. I tried to dip down to meet her eyes but could only catch the sight of her lips rolled between her teeth. 

With a muttered, “Here,” she shoved the box into my chest and waited, still not quite looking up. 

I slowly slid the bow off the box like it was a bomb. I didn’t know what it was, but whatever I found was something that had my girl’s nerves on edge. I peeled off the top and looked down at what was nestled in white tissue paper. It took me a second to take in the cream and pink stick and the plus sign in the window.

“Wha…?” I breathed unable to form words. My chest thundered so hard it shook my whole body. A tingle pricked at my scalp and spread across my skin, igniting a fire behind my eyes. “Oaklyn.”

My eyes darted up to her, taking in her wet eyes and her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Time froze as I stood there, my cock still out, my cum still slipping from my wife’s core, her breasts heaving, and my whole world locking into place more perfectly than I’d ever expected. 

The happiness I thought I’d feel at becoming a father was nothing compared to the sheer joy that swept over me. Like a waterfall, not a single inch of me was untouched. It filled me until I was sure I’d burst. It kept coming even when I thought it was too much until finally my mouth opened and I laughed. I laughed with more happiness than I’d ever felt in my life. I laughed and pulled Oaklyn into my arms, letting her tears rain down on my skin. 

I pulled her back and smiled so hard, I was sure my cheeks were going to cramp. 

“I’m going to be a father. We made a baby.” And then a little louder. “We made a baby!”

She began laughing with me and wiping her eyes. I fell to my knees and laid kisses along every inch of her still flat stomach. 

Then a thought hit me, and I jerked back, looking up at her with wide eyes. “Fuck, did I hurt it?”

She must have seen my panic because she soothed me by running her nails through my hair and laughed. “No, Callum. It’s safe.”

“Are…are you okay?’

Her smile got even bigger and her eyes sparked like a fire shining on gold. “Yeah,” she said with an excited nod.

I went back to kissing her belly until I finally made my way up her body and back to her mouth. 

“God, I can’t wait,” I said against her lips. I couldn’t pull away. “Call me a caveman, but watching you grow with our child.” I growled, proving to be the caveman I felt like. “I’m going to be addicted. We’re going to fill this whole house with babies.”

I watched in awe as she threw her head back and laughed. God, she’s beautiful. The most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. And she was mine. Need washed over me and I swung her into my arms, rushing out of the office. 

“I need to fuck you again. This time on a soft bed.” 

She peppered my cheek and neck with kisses until I gently laid her on the mattress and stared down at my wife. At the mother of my child. 

“I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you while my parents are here. Have to get it in now.”

I shed my pants and fell on top of her, supporting my weight on my elbows as I stared down at her smiling face. She smiled back, and we enjoyed the quiet moment between us. No words, just us. Just her soft fingers combing through my hair and her smile radiating through me. 

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

“Call me Jolly Saint Nick.”

“Merry Christmas, Jolly Saint Callum.”

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Pierce.”