Page 88 of Filthy Rich Santas

He looks up at me with a smile that’s pure heat. “You know what else is sexy? The way you taste, love. Fucking Christ. It’s sweeter than dessert. I could stay here all night.”

I don’t have the words to respond, especially when he slides two fingers inside me, rubbing his thumb over my clit and making me writhe against him, gasping and begging.

Tristan groans, his fingers digging into my forearms. “Damn, I wish I had my ropes right now. I love how fucking wild you get, but be good and hold still for us. I want to see Ryder make you come.”

“I can’t,” I pant, arching in his hold as Ryder sucks my clit into his mouth and does something magical to it with his tongue.

“Sure you can,” Tristan says, his voice smooth as silk. “You’re sexy as hell like this, but I know what you really crave is submission. And all you have to do is surrender to the pleasure. Not chase it, just accept it. Let us take care of you.”

I moan, the sound welling up from my innermost core as his words tap into something fundamental and deep inside me. The same “something” that drew me to kink in the first place.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper, melting back against him. “Yes.”

Tristan’s lips curve into a smile against my cheek. “That’s it, beautiful. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

He turns my head and catches my mouth with his again, kissing me like he’s claiming me as Ryder groans against my pussy, sucking on my clit as he slips two fingers inside me and finds my g-spot.

I sob into Tristan’s mouth, shaking as Ryder starts fucking me hard and fast with his fingers while relentlessly working his magic on my clit.

“Good girl, that’s it, let yourself go,” Tristan murmurs, brushing my hair back and then taking my mouth again. He doesn’t rush, just kisses me deeply and thoroughly, letting Ryder drive me wild without getting distracted from the possessive, demanding way he owns my mouth.

The contrast between his restraint and Ryder’s frenzied passion overloads my senses, and I fall apart in a shuddering orgasm, screaming my release into Tristan’s mouth as I ride Ryder’s face.

Tristan groans, swallowing my cries.

Ryder doesn’t stop, and I have a second, smaller climax that leaves me floating before Tristan finally pulls his mouth from mine.

He turns me around to face him. “My turn now.”

My knees give out, and Ryder rises to his feet quickly to catch me, holding me steady. “We should get her on the bed first.”

“Mm, good idea.” Tristan smiles, kissing the tip of my nose and then leading me into the bedroom.

I’m glad he and Ryder are helping, because I honestly don’t think I can walk. My body feels like my bones have been replaced by sweet, warm syrup in the aftermath of my orgasm, but even better than the languid pleasure still sparking through me is knowing that they mean it. They really do have me. All I have to do is let them do whatever they want.

“Green,” I murmur dreamily as they lower me to the bed, making Tristan chuckle.

Ryder gives me a sexy smile as he stands back and strips off his clothes, and when Tristan follows suit, my skin literally tingles, aching to feel them against me.

“I need to taste you,” Tristan says, his heated gaze traveling the length of my body as I lay sprawled on the bed, still in my bra. “I want to feel that sweet pussy come all over my tongue.”

I gasp as he grabs my hips and yanks me toward the edge of the mattress, then moan when he drops to his knees, his eyes burning.

“So pretty and wet,” he murmurs, spreading me wide and looking up the length of my body. “Ryder got you good and primed for me.”

“Not a hardship,” Ryder teases, kneeling on the bed next to me and palming one of my breasts. “But fuck, neither is this. She was made to be worshiped.”

A hot thrill goes through me when they start talking to each other about me.

Tristan dips his head, kissing my inner thigh. “That’s the truth,” he agrees, dragging his lips upward until he reaches the juncture of my legs.

When he starts licking me, his tongue hot and sure, Ryder shifts his attention to the other breast, kneading and playing with it as he sprawls out next to me and kisses me, his cock hot and hard against my side.

I want it inside me. I want to be fucked so deeply that I lose myself.

But Tristan has me trapped, and the thrill of letting them have their way with me, lettingthemdecide how to use my body, has my core tightening as Tristan’s fingers and tongue work their magic.

“For someone so sweet, you’re fucking dirty beneath, aren’t you?” he murmurs, tugging on my clit piercing. “I love this thing. Love the way you react. Love how fucking hot it looks on you.”

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