Page 122 of Filthy Rich Santas

I have to. He’s got me teetering right on the edge, fucking me so perfectly it’s almost like an out-of-body experience, and I don’t think I can take anymore no matter how good I want to be for him right now.

“Please,” I gasp out. “Beckett. sir. I… I can’t… I need…”

“You need what I give you,” Beckett growls, reaching around and rubbing my clit with one hand and using the other to wrap around my throat. “And you’ll wait until I tell you.”

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, sir.”

He pulls me up and against him, my back to his front, my knees spread wide and still on the bed, and the way he holds me upright makes the new position feel almost as if he’s riding me.

“That’s it,” he mutters in my ear. “You’re my little fuck toy tonight, and your only job is to feel it. Take it. Enjoy it. Let me hear how much you love taking my cock.”

His words push me even higher, and his hand moves between my legs, fingers sliding down and playing with my clit, then tugging on the little ring there as his cock pumps into me again and again, until I really can’t hold on anymore.

And like he can read my body perfectly, Beckett has mercy on me, and finally gives his permission.

“Come, dirty girl,” he snarls in my ear, his cock hitting a new angle inside me. “Come on my cock, right the fuck now.”

28

LANA

Beckett’s command tocome is all it takes to send me over the edge, and when he slams inside me again, I choke out a cry as my orgasm tears through me, hard and fast and blinding.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, his voice raspy as he fucks me through it. “That’s it. Let me feel you squeeze my cock. Give me fucking everything, you dirty, beautiful little thing.”

I am. The waves of pleasure have me shaking, and as I clench around his cock, my body goes liquid, boneless, and completely his.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hips stuttering against my ass as his rhythm finally falters. “Fuck, Lana.”

My pussy flutters around his shaft, and he curses again as he curls his body around me, his thick cock pulsing inside as he comes.

Warmth spreads through me as he fills me with his cum, just the way he promised. Then he’s kissing me, wrapping one hand around my waist and using the other to tilt my head back so he can take my mouth.

“You did so fucking well,” he murmurs as I moan into the kiss, his stubble scratching my sensitive skin.

“Thank you, sir,” I gasp once he lets me up for air.

He rumbles an approving sound against the corner of my lips, then trails his mouth across my jaw, kissing his way down my neck and finally burying his face in my hair. Our breaths sync up for a moment, his softening cock still buried in my pussy.

After a moment, he slowly pulls out, his cock giving one last pulse inside me before he fully withdraws.

I make a small sound of dismay without meaning to, hating to lose the feeling of fullness and the connection I feel with him right now, and he turns me around in his arms, something both fierce and tender in his gaze.

“You okay?”

I nod, then remember his command to address him properly during the scene. I’m not sure if it’s over yet, but the need to submit, to show him respect as my Dom, still thrums in my blood.

But before I can give him ayes, sir, he smooths my hair back from my sweaty forehead, leans in, and kisses me again.

“Do you want more, baby?” he asks when he pulls back, his thumb brushing my swollen bottom lip as he pulls away.

“More?” My body starts humming with anticipation, even though I’m floating on the high of the first orgasm. “What do you mean?”

“I want to watch you take my friends now.”

My breath catches, that low hum flaring up into arousal again.

Beckett’s eyes darken, and he takes my face in his hands, gazing at me intently. “I want Tristan and Ryder to fuck you, but only if you can take it.”

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