Page 123 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Yes,” I breathe out, the weight of the other men’s stares setting me on fire.

“Are you sure?” Beckett asks, giving me a searching look as holds me in place so I can’t look away.

“Yes,” I repeat. “I want it. I wantthem. I want all of you.”

He nods, approval flashing in his eyes. “Good. But youwilltell me if that changes. If you’re not feeling up to it, if you’re dizzy, or weak, or sore, I need to know. This only works when you’re transparent and honest about your needs, but also about any limitations. Promise me, little menace.”

His dominance makes me shiver, but it’s the concern in his eyes that truly gets to me. He’s taking charge but leaving me in control, just like he promised. Not deciding for me what I can or can’t take, but respecting that even in my submission, I’m an equal part of this scene.

I lean into Beckett’s hands, nodding. “I promise. I’ll tell you if I need a break or need to stop. I’ll use my safe word if I have to. But I want this. I want all three of you tonight. Just tell me what to do.”

“Fucking hell, you really are amazing,” he says, the approval burrowing deep into my heart.

He pulls me roughly against him one last time, kissing me with a possessive dominance that has me melting into him. Then he moves away, leaving me flushed and panting on the bed, and Ryder comes to take his place.

Ryder’s eyes drop to my pussy, and I bite my lip as he looms over me, suddenly hit with the worry that seeing me dripping with his best friend’s cum will be a turn off.

“Look at you,” he mutters, dispelling that worry almost as fast as it forms. “So fucking hot.”

He pushes my thighs apart, his gaze fixed on me as his thick cock slides through my folds, spreading Beckett’s release and mixing it with my own arousal.

“Fucking love this thing,” he groans as his cockhead teases my clit, bumping against my piercing.

I gasp, clutching his biceps as I arch against him. “I’m pretty sure it loves you too.”

He meets my eyes, chuckling, then drops his focus back down to watch what he’s doing to me.

“Need to be inside you, love.” He reaches down and tugs on the little ring, sending an electric jolt through my body. Then he guides his tip to my entrance, but doesn’t push in yet. “Just look at you, all pink and swollen and so fucking wet for us. None of us had any idea how filthy you were.”

My breath catches at the dirty praise. “I’m not sure I knew, either.”

He grins, piercing me with his gaze again, and I love the heat in his eyes as he looks at me. “Well, I like it.”

“Me too.” I bite my lip for a moment, but Ryder isn’t the same kind of Dominant Beckett is, and my submission to him feels more playful, so I go with it. “You know what else I’d like?”

He leans in, tugging my hair until my head drops back and nipping at my throat.

“I think I do,” he murmurs against my sensitive skin. “But tell me. I want to hear it.”

“I’d like you to fuck me, just like Beckett wants.”

He groans, and my breath hitches. But instead of pushing into me, he grinds his cock against my clit again as he grabs my hips, holding me against him, then flips us both on the bed, landing on his back with me on top of him.

“Ryder.”

I laugh, and he grins up at me. He kneads my ass, his playful smile turning into something hotter.

“Ride me, love.”

I blink, a flutter of uncertainty breaking through my haze of arousal. I’ve always been self-conscious about being on top during sex, and the idea of putting myself on display like that makes me hesitate.

But Ryder doesn’t let me wallow in that old, familiar anxiety or get lost in self-doubt. He rolls his hips, the move making his cock slide over my clit again. I whimper, and he grips my hips tightly.

“Get on my dick.”

It’s not a request, it’s an order. It’s demanding and authoritative this time, and it’s exactly what I need.

I rise up to position myself, and Ryder uses his grip on my hips to guide me above his cock.

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