Page 90 of Filthy Rich Santas

It’s my anchor. I can’t look away, and he doesn’t either. He doesn’t even blink.

And then I’m coming again. Arching up like a bow as the pleasure crests and breaks over me in a wave. I have a moment to realize that it’s stronger this time, even more intense than my first orgasm, and then my mind blanks, lost in a storm of pure sensation as Tristan and Ryder work me through it, dragging it out until I’m a shaking mess on the bed, tears running down my cheeks and my heart thudding so hard I think it might beat right out of my chest.

When Ryder cups my jaw and tips my face toward him, I can’t even focus on him, let alone kiss him. He smiles, looking satisfied, then kisses my forehead instead, brushing his thumb across my cheek.

“Such a filthy, kinky little thing,” he says tenderly. “Do you like two men getting you off at the same time?”

“Yes,” I whisper, the word coming out raspy. “It’s amazing.”

I can’t believe what I’ve been missing out on all this time… or imagine how I’ll ever go back to being satisfied without the perfect overload of sensation they’re giving me.

Ryder smirks. “Do you want us to keep using you like this? To fuck your gorgeous body until we’re all sated and spent? For both of us to take you at the same time?”

I suck in a sharp breath, my mind going wild with a whole montage of filthy scenarios.

Ryder fucking my face while Tristan buries his cock in my pussy. Tristan making me ride him while Ryder works himself into my untouched backdoor. Being sandwiched between them again, just like I was earlier, but this time, withbothof them in my pussy.

I whimper at the thought, a needy sound escaping me.

“I think that’s a yes,” Tristan rasps, nipping my inner thigh as Ryder smirks and grips my chin, tugging it down.

I obediently let my mouth fall open, and he slips his thumb in my mouth, rubbing it back and forth over my lower lip. “We’ll start easy on you, love. One cock in this plush mouth of yours, and one in the pussy you’ve gotten so nice and wet for us. How does that sound?”

I whimper, nodding.

I can’t breathe. Can’t move. But I want it. I want everything they’ll give me.

I want that more than air.

21

LANA

Tristan crawlsup my body and kisses me, and the taste of my arousal on his lips makes me moan.

“So fucking good,” he murmurs. “You taste better with every orgasm.”

Without thinking, I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. My fingers brush against a pattern of raised ridges on his scalp, and he suddenly tenses above me, freezing in place.

I blink, realizing in a rush that the ridges must be scars.

Of course they are. They cover most of the left side of his body, and since they snake up his neck, it makes sense that they don’t just stop at the hairline.

I pull my hand back. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

He gives me a rueful smile. “It doesn’t hurt.” He reaches up and takes one of my hands, bringing it down to his right shoulder. “Here, you’ll like this better.”

“I’lllike it better?”

He shrugs, avoiding my eyes. “My scars are ugly, Lana. That’s just a fact.”

“And what’s this?” I ask, pushing him back enough that I can grab my own soft stomach. “Is this ugly?”

His eyes go wide. “The fuck? No! You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re pure fucking temptation,” Ryder throws in. “So soft everywhere. Such a luscious fucking body. And… fuck, love, I just need inside you.”

I grin even as I blush. I need that too. But first, I need to set something straight.

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