Page 116 of Filthy Rich Santas

I lean in, pressing my lips against the front of his pants, then opening them wide and licking his fabric-covered cock through his jeans as I nuzzle him.

I can’t feel the double-row of his Jacob’s ladder piercings at this angle, but his cock is thick and swollen under the denim. Not fully hard yet, but getting there.

I open wider, mouthing him hungrily, then moan when I feel it grow and stiffen under my attention, a rush of accomplishment feeding into my instinct for submission.

“Fuck,” Beckett growls, holding me in place. “That’s a good start. Keep going. If you get me hard enough, I’ll let you taste it.”

I lick and nuzzle, breathing him in, the flavor of him saturating the fabric and the feel of the rough material against my lips somehow making everything seem dirtier. Filthier. Just as degrading as he promised.

And it turns me on like crazy.

By the time he finally tugs my head back and orders me to pull him out, his cock is a throbbing beast and I’m so wet my thighs slide together.

I unbutton his pants and carefully lower his zipper, my breath hitching when the head of his cock, swollen and a dark, angry red, pops free. I whimper, my mouth literally watering. But when I move toward it, he tugs my hair again.

“Who’s in charge?” he demands, his tone leaving no question as to what the right answer is.

“You are, sir,” I say, giving it to him eagerly.

Heat flares in his eyes. “Good girl. Remember that. Your hot little mouth is my hole to fuck tonight, but that only happens when I say so. You suck when I say you suck. You lick if I tell you to. You swallow when I’m ready. Do you understand?”

I nod, panting. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Color?”

“Green.”

The smile he gifts me is almost feral as he pushes my head down to his cock. “Then suck.”

I’m vaguely aware of the low curses and murmurs of appreciation from Tristan and Ryder behind me, and I’m moaning before Beckett’s wet cockhead even touches my lips. But all of that, even my own arousal, is nothing more than background noise.

The heady thrill of existing to be used by him is almost overwhelming, and everything else fades away, my attention completely on pleasing my sir.

Beckett groans as my lips close around him, and his fingers tighten in my hair.

“That’s it. Suck my cock, my filthy little slut. This is what you were made for. You’ve never looked more beautiful than with your lips stretched wide, your mouth being used so perfectly.”

The words are like a forbidden fruit I didn’t know I was allowed to enjoy, their flavor bursting over my tongue like the musky salt of his pre-cum does.

I love this side of him. I love that he’s finally willing to share it with me. That he’s letting me in and creating this private, heated space for the two of us to exist in.

Beckett has always been intense, but for the first time since I’ve known him, it feels like every single ounce of his strong, gruff energy is completely focused on me and me alone. And nothing has ever made me feel more wanted, or sexier, in my life.

“Good girl,” he grits out. “Fuck, you take direction well. Keep going, just like that. Use your tongue.”

His cock slides deeper into my mouth, and I moan at the salty taste of pre-cum as his piercings slide back and forth over my tongue.

He holds my head steady, using my mouth instead of letting me bob over his shaft and making it crystal clear which one of us is in control here. It’s…perfect.

I get lost in the rhythm, my own arousal rising like an unstoppable tide inside me as he pushes deeper and deeper with each thrust, forcing my lips to stretch and my cheeks to ache, saliva pooling in my mouth and dripping down my chin as I stare up at him.

Then he suddenly pulls me off his cock completely, wrapping his free hand around the base of his shaft in a tight, punishing grip and tugging my hair sharply, forcing my eyes back to his.

“You’ve been wanting this for a while, haven’t you, little menace?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, my voice feeling raw.

His eyes burn into mine with a fierce intensity. “You wanted to put your mouth on me the other night. You wanted to taste me then. You wanted me to use this pretty mouth of yours.”

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