Page 198 of Filthy Rich Santas

Then they start to fuck me, instinctively finding a slow, coordinated rhythm that has their three cocks sliding in and out of me in a series of small movements that sets off a chain reaction I can’t stop.

My core tightens into a fist-sized knot of need, and a strangled cry leaves my lips. “Oh god, I’m coming. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes. Yes! I’m… I’m…”

My whole body goes taut, the world falling away around me as I break apart. They’re still moving, their cocks pushing into me, stretching me, claiming me. But the pleasure is so intense that it almost hurts.

And it’s still not enough.

Beckett leans down, his eyes flashing, and captures my mouth in a brutal kiss, the motion driving his cock even deeper.

“Another,” he demands, my pussy still rippling with aftershocks around their cocks.

He bites my bottom lip, and my moan turns into a ragged cry as Ryder and Tristan start to move, their cocks sliding against each other inside me, stretching and filling me to capacity.

“Fuck,” Beckett groans, his grip on my chin tightening as he holds me still. “I can feel it. Every time they fuck you, I can feel them moving inside you.”

“Please,” I moan, the pressure building inside me again.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Ryder grits out. “If you want this sweet pussy of yours to be filled with our cum, you’re going to have to do what Beckett told you to and give us another first. Show us how much you want this. Show us how much you can take.”

As Ryder speaks, Beckett lets go of my chin and adjusts his position, his thighs tensing as he balances above me and slowly presses into me with the strength of his legs alone.

“Yes!” I cry out, the word almost unintelligible.

“Come,” he demands, his voice a low growl. “Now.”

His hand snakes down between us, fingers brushing over my clit as he tugs on my piercing, and with no further warning, I hurtle over the edge.

I scream, my body seizing, every muscle locking down as my vision tunnels, the pleasure so intense that it’s almost pain. I’ve never come like this before, like it transforms my whole body into a quivering vehicle of pleasure.

I hear their voices, but they sound far away. Like they’re underwater. Then Beckett’s hand closes over my throat, his big palm covering the sides of my neck, and everything snaps into crystal clear focus.

“Look at me. I want your eyes right here as we fill you. Beg for our cum, little menace. Tell us you want it.”

“I do,” I whisper. “Please.”

He groans, and just like that, all three of them go off, one after the other. Their cocks swell and pulse inside my pussy as they pump me full of their cum, the feeling so incredible that it sends me into another orgasm.

The world falls away, the pleasure drowning me, and I’m only vaguely aware of their sweet, filthy words and powerful hands on me as they ease their way out of me, disentangling us and then shifting me to lie on the mattress.

“Let me see,” Beckett rumbles, a hot look of possession in his eyes as he moves my body like it’s a doll.

He spreads my legs, groaning as he watches their combined cum drip down my thighs.

He scoops it up, using his thick fingers to stuff it back in my pussy. “This is where it belongs, little menace. I want you to have it all.”

“Fuck,” Tristan breathes. “I love knowing we’re still inside you.”

“Our dirty, perfect girl,” Ryder mutters, nuzzling the back of my neck.

Beckett kisses me, soft and sweet and possessive, his fingers buried inside me like he’s determined to keep every drop inside me for as long as he can. “Good girl.”

I smile, a bone-deep satisfaction spreading through me as the three men shift to cradle me, their bodies warm and protective as they kiss and caress me.

Eventually, they clean me up, insisting I drink some water and eat a few bites of the snacks Meg sent with us.

My body feels utterly used, and it’s incredible. Like my brain is completely quiet and at peace, the emotional chaos of the last twenty-four hours silenced, replaced by a soul-deep certainty that these men are truly mine, and I’m theirs.

Not just now, but forever.