Page 175 of Filthy Rich Santas

Tristan drives his tongue into me, and my hips buck helplessly against him until someone’s hands hold me still. I have no idea whose. Their touch is everywhere, surrounding me, overwhelming me, and the sensation overload is so incredible, especially after thinking I’d never have this again, that I’m already barreling toward the edge.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” Tristan mutters as he feasts on me. “I’ve been starving for you.”

My head is spinning. It’s so good, and so much, that his words undo me. Sounds spill from my throat that I’ve got no chance in hell of containing, a mix of whimpers and moans as he laps at me with hungry flicks of his tongue.

“Oh god,” I pant. “I can’t… I’m gonna?—”

“Do it,” Beckett orders, fisting my hair and tilting my head back. “Come for us.”

I cry out softly as pleasure rocks through me on his command, rocking against Tristan’s face as he groans and works me through it. He digs his fingers into my hips to hold me steady, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until I finally slump against the wall, breathless.

“Fucking hell,” he pants, looking up at me with hooded eyes. “I’m never gonna get enough of that.”

“But it’s my turn, now,” Ryder says, turning me around and bending me over the edge of the bed.

I’m still riding the high from Tristan’s talented tongue, but I bite my lip in anticipation. Ryder’s fingers trace the curve of my ass, teasing me, and I whimper.

“You like that, don’t you?” He leans in until I can feel his teeth graze the sensitive skin of my ass cheek. “You want me to eat you out like this? Ass up and on display for me?”

I nod, unable to form coherent words.

“Good. Because I can’t fucking wait.”

His mouth is on me before I can even react, his tongue tracing the length of my slit from behind. I bite my lip to muffle the moan that threatens to escape, but it’s no use. The sensation is too much, too intense, and I can’t hold back.

Someone’s hands run through my hair. More hands hold me down against the bed as I writhe on Ryder’s tongue.

“Shhh. Quiet now.”

“Be good, little menace.”

Ryder’s hands grip my hips tighter, holding me in place as he devours me. His tongue is relentless, teasing and probing me deep as he gropes my ass, lifting my hips until I’m practically riding his face.

“I could do this all fucking night,” Ryder mutters, rubbing his face back and forth, the hint of rough stubble on his jaw sending bolts of electricity through my thighs. Then he rubs a finger through my slick folds, drenching it with my arousal before lapping at my pussy again and circling his finger around my sensitive asshole.

I hiss out a breath, and he groans, pressing his fingertip inside. A jolt of pleasure rocks through me, and I push back against him, desperate to come again as I whimper and rock against his face.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, his voice muffled. “I can’t get enough of you.”

I can feel myself getting closer to the peak, pressure building inside me, and I whimper, trying to muffle the sounds.

Beckett’s low, sexy chuckle washes over me, his big hand holding my head down against the mattress. “Careful, little menace. We’re not alone in the house. You want your family to hear this?”

“She did like being watched,” Tristan murmurs, a dangerous, teasing lilt to his voice. “Maybe she wants an audience again.”

I whine as my stomach flutters at his words, a burst of adrenaline shooting through me.

“Is that why you’re so loud, dirty girl? You want to be caught? Or is it just that Ryder’s mouth is that good?”

“No! I mean, yes!” I whisper, shaking my head. “I’m… I’m close. Please.”

“Come for me,” Ryder growls. “Let me fucking taste it.”

With his fingers buried in my ass, he spears his tongue back into my pussy, and I lose it. Pleasure floods through me as another climax hits, and I bite down on the blankets, stifling my noises as I ride the wave.

His tongue fucks me through it, drawing out every last second of bliss until I collapse on the bed, boneless and spent.

“I don’t think so,” Beckett rumbles, hauling me up to my feet before wrapping an arm around me and pulling my back against his chest. “We’re not fucking done with you. I need some too.”

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