Page 196 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Oh fuck,” Tristan breathes into my ear, the two cocks already inside me both swelling even larger.

Ryder’s grip on my hip tightens, his chest rumbling with a groan of approval, and a shudder of need goes through me.

“Please,” I add when Beckett doesn’t move.

“It’ll be a lot to take. Are you sure?”

I can see how turned on he is, but it’s the note of caution, his unshakeable concern for me, that has emotions rushing into my chest.

I nod. “I know, but I want it. I trust you.”

He stares at me hard, searching my face, and I let him see everything. How much I want this, all of this, and so much more. That I want to give them everything and take everything in return.

My heart is so damn full it’s overflowing, and I know without a doubt that this is where I’m meant to be, right here, right now.

Then, like a rubber band snapping, he moves. Lunging for me and taking my mouth in such a primal form of ownership that it steals the air from my lungs.

He kisses me, hard and hot, his tongue stroking against mine and demanding everything I have to give. His hand slips between our bodies, his thick fingers circling my clit as all three men work together to drive me wild.

Their hands are everywhere, three hot mouths on mine, lips trailing down my throat, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples. My moans fill the room, Tristan kissing a path along my jaw as Ryder’s teeth nip at my throat.

“Oh god, yes,” I pant, completely owned by them.

Beckett finally tears his mouth away from me with a groan, pulling back and raking his gaze over me as he licks his lips. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. If we’re doing this, we need to do it right.”

He gives Ryder and Tristan a look, something silent passing between them, and both men slowly ease out of my pussy, the sudden emptiness making me gasp.

“Please,” I whisper, almost shaking with the need to be filled again.

“We’ve got you, little menace,” Beckett rumbles, pulling me against him and stuffing his fingers into my pussy like he can sense my need.

He doesn’t fuck me with them, just holds them there, keeping me full as he directs the action.

“Tristan, grab the lube. Ryder, lie on your back.” Beckett nods toward the center of the bed, and as Tristan grabs the lube, Ryder obliges, laying himself out like a calendar model. With one hand folded under his head and the other hand lazily stroking his hard cock, his eyes drill into me with an intensity that makes me feel more wanted than I’ve ever felt before.

“Are you ready for her?” Beckett asks.

“Fuck, yes.” Ryder nods.

Tristan comes to stand next to us, his hand stroking gently over my hair, and Beckett pulls his fingers free, shifting to the side.

“Climb on top of him,” he orders, and I immediately move, crawling toward Ryder. “That’s it, dirty girl. Lie on top. No, baby, on your back.”

My pulse jumps as I settle myself on top of Ryder, my head resting on his shoulder, the hard length of his cock slipping upward through my thighs. I feel utterly exposed, and for a second, I tense up, wondering if he really wants my weight on him like this.

Then he skims his hands up my sides, fondling my breasts as he shifts beneath me, angling his hips and pushing his cock against the lips of my pussy, and I realize that he can handle me. He wants me here just as badly as I want to be here. Each one of these men love everything about my body, and that’s exactly why I want to share it with all of them.

No, to beownedby all of them.

“Can’t fucking wait to be back inside you,” Ryder mutters as he starts to push into me. “Oh fuck. That’s it. So fucking good. You feel like heaven. Never want to be anywhere else but right here buried inside your hot pussy.”

My breath catches in my throat, a new rush of wetness coating his shaft as he presses deeper, and Beckett’s voice breaks through my pleasure haze.

“Hands on her hips, Ryder. Hold her steady for Tristan.”

I look up, finding Beckett’s eyes, and the raw, animalistic desire I see there makes my pussy clench, tightening around Ryder.

“Fuck,” he curses, his fingers digging into my skin, but his hips remain still, like he’s waiting for a signal.

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