Page 41 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Harder.”

I gasp, my clit throbbing.

“Please,” I beg, spreading my legs. “Let me… I need to…Tristan.”

His hand starts flying over his cock again, and something flares in his eyes as his gaze drops to my pussy. “Jesus fuck, Lana. You’re pierced.”

I moan, my hands still on my breasts despite the aching need in my core. “Yeah. It’s new.”

Part of my reinvention. Something I did after Wade broke up with me.

“You’re the first one to… to see it,” I admit, shamelessly pushing my hips up like I’m presenting the small jewel decorating the gold ring in my clit hood as an offering.

Tristan’s eyes snap up to mine. “The first?”

I lick my lips. “The only one to see it so far. The only one who knows.”

Something almost feral crosses his face, and he stops stroking himself abruptly, squeezing his cock so tightly that the head turns purple. “You told me you wanted to be good for me, but as sweet as you look, this is who you really are, isn’t it, gorgeous? A dirty little thing, deep down where it counts. A bad girl beneath all your sweet softness and smiles.”

I whimper, heat pulsing between my legs as the need in me builds to unbearable portions.

“Please, please let me touch myself.”

He starts to stroke his cock again, hard and fast. “Do it. Tug that little ring. Play with it, baby. Use it the way you know you want to.”

I do, both hands diving between my legs as I rub myself desperately, using the little ring to heighten the sensation and shoving the fingers of my other hand into my pussy as I stare at Tristan’s cock.

He’s dripping for me. His thick length swelling before my eyes. He’s going to come soon, I know it.

“Please,” I gasp, my voice breathy.

“Come for me.”

The command strips away the whisper-thin barrier holding back my orgasm, and pleasure slams into me so fast that I cry out, throwing my head back and grinding up against my hand.

“Fuck,” Tristan groans, practically leaning over me when I force my eyes back open, still shuddering in the aftermath of my release. “Again.”

“Wh-What?” I stutter, by body throbbing at his demand.

“Do it again. I want to see another one.”

“I can’t!”

Tristan’s eyes turn molten. “I thought you said you wanted to be good for me.”

“Oh god,” I moan, tugging on my clit piercing as he taps right back into the kink I’m discovering. “I do.”

“Show me.”

My body takes over, arching up to meet his demands, taking the swirling eddies of my arousal and whipping them into a frenzy. My fingers fly over my clit again, my thighs shaking as I push up against my hand.

“Faster.”

I whine, but I do it.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.Faster.”

My pulse is in overdrive. Chasing that peak a second time has me almost sobbing, needing something more.

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