Page 74 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Oh god,” I gasp, arching my back and clawing at his biceps as I writhe on the counter.

“Not my name, but sure, I’ll answer to that,” he says with a sinful grin. “Ready to say a few more prayers?”

He doesn’t give me a chance to answer before he starts playing with my piercing again, tugging and twisting it. Grinding his hand against my clit and then teasing it mercilessly until I have no idea what’s coming out of my mouth.

I just know I need him to move.

I need him to fuck me.

I need tocome.

“Ryder.”

This time, his name comes out more as a whimper than a word, and the next thing I know, he’s got his hand fisted in my hair and is kissing me with an intensity that makes me feel claimed, owned, almost possessed.

I squeeze my pussy around his shaft, and his cock swells to fill me even more as he groans into my mouth.

“So fucking good,” he pants, grinding against my clit as he throbs inside me, his tight grip on my hair holding me in place as his free hand roams over my body, igniting every place he touches with a trail of sparks that have me burning for him.

“Please,” I beg, completely shameless and so turned on I can’t think. “Move. Fuck me. Take me.”

“Not until you give me what I want.” He straightens up and hauls me closer to him, then grinds against me until I’m a writhing, whimpering mess. “You can do it, love. You want to be good for me, don’t you? You’re a filthy little thing, but you need this. You need to come. I know you do. I can feel how hard your pussy is working for it. Come on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart for me. Come on, sweetheart. Do it. Let go for me. Give me your pleasure.”

I’m so full. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. He’s stretching me to my limit in every way, and the sweet, dirty things he’s saying take me right to the edge, his possessive touch calling for my submission.

“Now,” he demands, his fingers on my clit. “Come.”

I moan, arching my back and grabbing on to his forearms when he tugs on my piercing again. And then, all of a sudden, it’s there, a hot rush of bliss pouring through me that has me shaking as the orgasm he demanded slams through me.

Just as it hits, I remember that we left the other men sleeping and bite my lip, turning my head to muffle the sounds of my pleasure.

There’s no way I can stay totally quiet, though. Not when Ryder groans and starts fucking me as if my obedience snapped something inside him, pounding into me while my orgasm is still rolling through me and pushing my pleasure even higher.

“Fuck, yes, just like that. Squeeze my cock,” he grunts, his hips slapping against me as he picks up speed. “Milk my fucking cum out of me, dirty girl. Fucking gorgeous. Give me more. Give me fucking everything.”

I feel boneless, exhausted and afloat on the afterglow of pleasure. I’m his to use, just the way I imagine it would be if he indulged his kink and fucked me while I was sleeping, my body craving more even while it still hums with the aftershocks of my first orgasm.

“You were made for this, love,” he grits out. “Now open your mouth.”

His eyes burn into mine, and when I obey, he slips two fingers between my lips, groaning as he fucks me faster.

“That’s it. Suck.”

I do, moaning as he drives his cock deeper, harder. His fingers play across my tongue, and the salty taste of his skin fills my senses. Pleasure starts to coil inside me again, the need for another release already starting to build.

My back arches as his other hand finds my clit again, and I curl my tongue around his fingers with a moan.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my throat with his free hand and using the fingers in my mouth to turn my head to the side.

Tristan is standing in the doorway.

He smiles at me, his eyes hooded and the bulge of his cock clearly visible in his sleep pants.

“You look hot as fuck like this, freckles,” he murmurs, palming his length. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

I gasp around Ryder’s fingers, my inner muscles clenching as heat races through me.

“Fuck,” Ryder groans, pulling his hands back and grabbing my hips as he pauses his rhythm to grind against me. “That’s it, love. Just like that. But Tristan asked you a question.”

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