Page 76 of Filthy Rich Santas

Ryder grunts, his cock thickening as his fingers tighten on my wrists, his hips slamming against mine once, twice. Then, with a hoarse grunt and a final thrust, he comes too.

His shaft jerks and pulses inside me, filling me with a rush of cum.

My head falls back, but before I can hit it on the cabinet door behind me, Ryder’s free hand catches the back of my neck. He pulls me forward and kisses me hard as I shudder, my inner walls rippling around him.

“Fucking addicting,” he murmurs, smiling against my mouth.

And when he pulls away, still buried inside me, Tristan is right there.

“I want a taste.”

He doesn’t wait for permission, and I wouldn’t deny him anyway. I just moan, opening my mouth and leaning forward. Tristan cups my jaw and slides his tongue between my lips, groaning as he licks his way inside me and stakes a claim of his own.

“Good girl,” he murmurs against my mouth, and the praise has a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me. “Do you have any idea how hot that was?”

I do, and I can hardly believe it. It feels like I’m living in a dream. One where I get everything I want, and everything I didn’t even know I wanted.

But if it is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.

I reach for Tristan’s cock, the filthy idea of taking it while I’m still full of Ryder’s cum making my arousal spike all over again. But before I touch him, my phone pings.

All three of us look to my left, where I set it on the counter.

“It’s Caleb,” Tristan says, reading the notification on the screen.

We all freeze, then Ryder breaks the tension.

“Well, this is awkward,” he jokes, grinning at me as he pulls back. A gush of his cum follows when he slides his softening cock out of my pussy. “At least it’s not a video call.”

“Oh god.” I laugh even as the thought makes my stomach twist, shaking my head in denial. “Don’t even say that!”

He grins at me. “Can we ignore him?”

Tristan snorts softly. “This is Caleb we’re talking about.”

Ryder chuckles. “Right.” He hands me my phone. “You gonna say hi to your brother for me and Tristan?”

I blush, biting my lower lip. “What is he even doing up this early?”

“Hockey,” the men both say as I swipe open the message thread with my brother.

I laugh, nodding, because of course they’re right. We all know that.

CALEB: I heard you hit some bad weather on your road trip. Everything okay, sis?

I bite my lip at the childhood nickname, smiling even though it feels almost surreal to have my brother call me that while I’m still full of one of his best friend’s cum.

I send him a quick reply.

ME: Everything’s great!

Tristan kisses my temple, then steps away, and I try to ignore the sinking feeling that it’s kind of prophetic. The minute the real world intrudes on this kinky bubble we’re in, it pops.

Caleb sends back a thumbs up and another message.

CALEB: Good. It sounds like you’ve got a lot of snow.

ME: It’s beautiful.

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