Page 93 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Fuck,” Ryder groans, his cockhead hitting the back of my throat as the thickness of his shaft forces my jaw to stretch. “Your mouth is so fucking good, love.”

The praise starts to send me into a state that almost feels like floating, and combined with the way Tristan is fucking me, it’s a sensation I want to linger in forever.

Ryder thrusts deeper, his hands fisting in my hair. “Jesus,” he mutters, staring down at me as he repeatedly pushes his cock as far as it can go while still letting me breathe. “She’s got no gag reflex, Beckett. You have no fucking idea how hot this is.”

I hear a grunt from behind me in response.

Tristan is breathing raggedly, hands tight on my hips and cock driving into me in a perfect, overwhelming rhythm. But that sound wasn’t him. It was Beckett.

I moan, and Ryder hisses out a breath. “Yeah, love. Like that. Feels so fucking good. You ready for me to go deeper? I’m going to use your throat. Blink once if you’re green, because it will cut off your air.”

I’ve never experimented with breath play, but it’s just one more way I can submit to these men completely. And I want that. I want every aspect of my pleasure to be in their hands.

I blink, and Ryder gives me a blinding smile filled with so much heat that my core tightens.

“Good girl. Okay, breathe in through your nose now, then hold it.”

I do it, filling my lungs with oxygen, and on his next thrust, he shoves his cock all the way to the back of my throat.

But this time, without stopping there.

I feel a subtle pop in the back of my throat, like something painlessly giving way, and he slides home with a rumbling groan that sounds like pure sex. As his cock passes into the tight confines of my throat, cutting off my air just the way he warned me it would, I feel owned in a way that I’ve never experienced before.

It’s utterly freeing.

My eyes water as I stare up at him, my nipples tingling and my pussy clenching around Tristan’s cock as Ryder finally bottoms out, his balls a soft weight against my chin and my nose buried in his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, and I’m gratified to see that his expression is just as strained as I’m feeling, his cheeks flushed and his brow creased as he struggles to maintain control. “So good.”

I start to feel lightheaded as he holds himself there, but I don’t want air. I don’t want him to pull back. All the pleasure coiling inside me gets hotter, tighter as my throat convulses around him.

Then Tristan spanks me, and a jolt of sensation races up my spine and bursts inside my head, and my whole body tightens up.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts as my pussy tightens around his shaft, my orgasm slower to build this time after already coming for them, but feeling no less intense as it starts to creep up on me. “You love being filled by two of us, don’t you?”

Ryder pulls back, leaving just the head of his cock on the tip of my tongue, and I suck in a breath and nod, panting.

Tristan kneads my ass as his thrusts slow a little. “You pink up so prettily.”

He spanks me again, and I gasp—something that Ryder immediately takes advantage of by pushing back into my mouth.

“You should see this,” Tristan mutters, spanking my other cheek, then going back to the first as his thrusts pick up speed again. “So fucking gorgeous. And tight. Fuck, your pussy feels amazing, just like your mouth did the other day. Makes me want to fuck all your holes.”

I want to tell him he can. That I’m his. That if he wants to switch places with Ryder and use my mouth again, he can. Anything they want.

But I can’t, because Ryder’s eyes flare and he starts truly fucking my face, going in to the hilt on every thrust with short pauses in between to allow me to breathe.

Tristan spreads my cheeks, then presses a finger to the tight pucker of my asshole, and I cry out, the sound muffled by the cock in my mouth.

A moment later, something slick and warm dribbles down my crease.

Tristan’s saliva.

It feels filthy and just a little bit forbidden, and when he rubs it around my back hole, I shudder, my arousal ratcheting up to the next level.

“Allyour holes,” he murmurs as he works his fingertip inside me, starting to shallowly fuck my ass with it in the same rhythm as his cock.

I groan around Ryder’s shaft, sucking him even more eagerly as my pleasure crests and I start to go into sensory overload.

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