Page 73 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Why?” she asks breathlessly, already doing it like the natural sub I’m pretty sure she is.

“That’s it. Good girl.” I ease her back and arrange her lush body the way I want it, then run my hands up her thighs and push her legs apart. “I want you just like this, so you’re splayed out all pretty for me. I want to see all of you. I want to watch you take every fucking inch of me.”

“Anything,” she whispers as I rub my cockhead against her piercing, then slot it against her hot, wet entrance. “Anything.Green. Take everything you want.”

I groan. Everything I want?

She’s a total fucking dream, and she couldn’t have made her consent any clearer.

So I do.

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LANA

“Oh fuck, love,”Ryder grits out, his eyes glued to my pussy as he works his way into me with slow, shallow thrusts. “You’re taking me so fucking well.”

I don’t know if it’s the steady stream of praise or the way his thick cock forces my body to stretch and accommodate him that has my heart racing, but I’m already addicted to both.

Ryder is bigger than Wade. Bigger than the few other men I’ve been with too. And now that I know how good, howoverwhelmingit feels to be filled like this, I’m not sure I’ll ever be satisfied with anything less.

It doesn’t just make me want to let go. It forces me to.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Look at you.”

A whimper gets trapped in my throat. I’m completely on display, and with him, I like it. Iwanthim to look at me.

The counter is cold against my back, but the heat radiating off Ryder more than makes up for it.

He leans forward and braces his hands on either side of me, his cock pulsing inside me, and kisses me with a possessive thoroughness that has my whole body lighting up, and the last of my inhibitions falling away.

Then he lifts his head and locks his eyes on mine.

“Fuck, love, I can feel you,” he murmurs. “Your pussy’s begging for me. Every clench, every ripple, every spasm. I can feel how much you need this.”

“Yes,” I moan, my legs wrapping around him and my arousal mixing with a sweet ache as he teaches my body how to take him, how to adjust to his size, inch by inch until he finally bottoms out with a groan.

“So fucking good,” he rasps, grinding his hips against me, in so deep I can almost taste him.

“Please,” I beg, utterly shameless. “Fuck me.”

His eyes close for a second, but he opens them again quickly, staring down at me like he can’t get enough.

“Oh, I’m definitely going to fuck you, but you promised me anything I want, dirty girl. And I want something else first.”

He splays one of his hands over my stomach, staring down at me as he slowly pulls back, then watches himself slide back in.

Once.

Twice.

And then on the third time, he buries himself to the hilt again and stays there, still flicking my piercing.

“Ryder!”

My inner muscles clamp around his thick shaft, instinctively trying to get more of him.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, tugging on my clit piercing again. “That’s it. Your pussy’s a greedy little thing, isn’t it? Milk me, love. Work me over. I want to feel you come on my cock, just like this.”

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