Christmas Breakfast
Dashawn
Warm pleasure shot through me as Samantha’s mouth and tongue slid down my shaft. I
groaned as she came back up, her suction making my toes curl. She bobbed on me with
enthusiasm. I’ve had many blow jobs as a teen. The year I broke up with Heather, I went.
through many girls, plus the many times Heather has sucked my c*ck, but none of them were as good as Samantha. She was a natural.
Her tongue swirls around my head before she deep throats me, slightly gagging, which I
f*cking love, as she breathes in before taking me past her gag reflex.
“F*ck,” I grit out. Being woken up like this has to be the best way to wake up ever.
I gather her hair and help her bob on me. The muscles in my legs start to twitch. A hand cups my balls as she massages them, eliciting another groan out of me. My Sweet Girl
knows how to take care of her man. She pops off and jerks my c*ck, and she moves down to
suck one of my balls in her mouth.
“Baby, I’m going to c*m,” I moan out.
She quickly climbs up on me and impales herself. She rides me like a professional bull rider and goes to town. Her t*ts are bouncing and swaying, she’s rocking and circling her hips. I
feel her squeeze her walls and all of a sudden she throws her head back and screams, her p*ssy clamps down on me, and I am lost. I shout as I lose myself, holding her hips still and holding her down as I pump rope after rope of c*m inside of her. She collapses on top of me and I wrap my arms around her.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to swallow your c*m, I wanted it inside of me. I’m determined to give you
your baby,” she said, panting.
“Our baby,” I said, squeezing her.
“Yes, our baby. I just want to get pregnant, I want to make you happy.”
“Baby, you make me happy, whether you get pregnant or not. I just said that to let you know that I am all in with you. If you get pregnant, I will be ecstatic. If you don’t, we’ll have fun trying until you do. No rush, baby. Don’t stress yourself.”
She lifted her head to look at me and I kissed her nose. She smiled at me.
“Come on, let’s shower, I can already smell the bacon cooking. Dinner will be at mom and
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dad’s house tonight.”
We showered, and I took her one more time, this time from behind. She has the best ats, and I
loved watching my d*ck sink into her, and her as jiggle when my hips slam into her.
We dressed. She wore a pair of black fleece leggings with some biker boots and thick socks.
Her top was a long sleeved gray thermal and her cut. She had her hair in a messy bun, and she wore no makeup. She never looked so beautiful. We held hands as we made our way to
the dining area. She saw there were no women and turned and gave me a kiss. I watched her
a’s as she made her way to the kitchen.
“That’s my daughter,” I heard behind me.”
I turned with a grin on my face.
“I swear if you say something about her calling you daddy, I will deck you,” Al said.
I burst out laughing and he grinned. I really like my soon–to–be father–in–law.
“So is it like this all the time? Women in the kitchen, men in the dining area, shooting the
sh*t?” Al asked.
“That’s how they like it. If you went into the kitchen right now, you’d get yelled at, trust me.
My Aunt Cassie, Aunt Becs and Mom rule the kitchen during the holidays. However, we men set the table. Come on, I’ll show you the closet where we have the good dishes.”
All the men got up and helped. There were big plates, small plates, silverware, glasses and napkins to be put on the table. Also, butter, syrup, salt and pepper, drinks, hot sauce, and for
some heathens, like Mimic and Shadow, ketchup.
“What’s the ketchup for? Al asked.
“My cousins, Dane and Cason, like to put ketchup on their eggs.”
I watched Al gag and I chuckled.
“You ready for this morning?”
“Yes, I can’t wait. Do you think I should do it before we eat or after?”
“Well, son, that’s up to you. Do you have the balls to do it before, or will you chicken out and
wait until after?”
“You’re mean,” I said, and he chuckled.
I took a big breath. He was right, I needed to do it before. It would set off a wonderful Christmas morning. I had taken the ring out of the box and put it in my pocket. I didn’t want a
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big bulky shape in my pocket.
“Alright, I need three bodies to help bring everything out,” my mom yelled.
Dice (Callum), Twist (Ethan) and Shooter (Theo) quickly went to help. All the women came out with something in their hands also. There were scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles and
French toast. Cinnamon rolls and monkey bread. There were three breakfast quiches, bacon,
sausage in link and patty form, and kielbasa. There were biscuits and gravy and fruit. There
was a lot of food, but there were a lot of us.
The dining area became loud and jovial. Everyone was talking over each other. People began
to sit but no one grabbed for food yet. Butcher always had something to say before we ate.
“I just want to say that I am glad most of you are all here. Nothing is more important than
family, whether we are blood or chosen. I feel blessed to call you all brothers, sisters,
nephews, nieces, grandchildren. With that said. I am not getting any younger and neither is
Roberto. We need some babies around here, so get to it.”
Just as he finished, the clubhouse door opened. My Aunt Lia screamed in delight.
“My baby!” she said, jumping up and running over to one of my best friends. Except, she
bypassed him and took the little cherub out of the beautiful brunette’s arms standing next to
him.
“It’s nice to see you too, ma,” Joker said. She laughed and held out her arm. He bent his tall
frame and hugged her.
“Oh, I am so happy you are here, you didn’t tell us you were coming,” she scolded.
“It was a surprise,” Michelle said, as she kissed Lia on the cheek.
“That’s one of my best friends. His name is Hunter, road name is Joker, the lady next to him is
his Old Lady Michelle, and that little beauty is their daughter Rayna. She’s fifteen or sixteen
months old.
“PAPA!” Rayna squealed, as she wiggled in my Aunt Lia’s arms. Lia sighed and put Rayna on her feet. She toddled over, her chubby legs going as fast as she could, her arms raised as
Beast got up from his chair and melted for his granddaughter. He picked her up, tossed her in the air, caught her and cuddled her to his chest. That little girl had her big bada’s biker granddad wrapped around her little finger.
Joker came over and gave his dad a slapping hug before kissing his daughter on the head. I watched him hug or kiss everyone. He bypassed Ice, and didn’t even acknowledge him. I knew why, I hoped they could work their sh*t out. When he got to me, we clasped hands and
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hauled each other into a long hug. I really missed him.
“Joker, I’d like you to meet my Old Lady. Baby, this is Joker, or Hunter, Joker, this is my Sweet
Girl, Samantha.”
“Hello, this is my Old Lady Michelle, and that’s our little girl Rayna.”
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you,” she said to them.
They found seats and I took a big breath.
“I have an announcement. Before we start eating, I’d like to share this moment with you all.”
I turned to Samantha, she was still standing beside me.
“Baby, five years ago I saw you strut to the bar here at the club, and you captivated me. We had a short moment, but it sat with me for five years and I never forgot you. You came back
into my life and I knew I could not lose you again. This last month has been the best of my
life. I love you with every molecule in my body. I know you are already my Old Lady, and you
will be the mother of my children, but I am now asking you,” I dropped to one knee as I shoved
my hand in my pocket and took out her ring, her hands flew to her mouth, “Will you do me the
honor of becoming my wife? Samantha, will you marry me?”
Gasps and whistles went around the room. Tears sprang to her eyes and I saw joy light up in
them.
“Yes!” She screamed. She jumped into my arms and I caught her. Standing, I lifted her and
hugged her. She pulled back and kissed me as cheers went around the room. I put her on her
feet and slid the ring on her finger.
“Holy sh*t!” she exclaimed. I sighed, she liked the ring.
Everyone congratulated us. All the women came over to us and looked at the ring. Her mom was crying and Al beamed with pride. We all finally calmed down. We tucked into breakfast. The atmosphere was full of happiness. We all talked and grunted as we ate. Samantha kept looking at her ring and I smiled. This was the best Christmas morning I have ever had.
