Page 124 of Filthy Rich Santas

“That’s it,” he mutters as I grip his shaft and line him up. “Take me at your own pace.”

Beckett’s cum leaks from my pussy onto my fingers, making Ryder’s thick length slick and sloppy. It’s the filthiest thing I’ve ever done, and by the look in his eyes as he watches me slowly sink down, he loves it as much as I do.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous,” he grits out, his muscles standing out in stark relief as he holds himself still and lets me set the pace.

My stomach flutters at his words, and I gasp once I fully settle on his hips, rocking a little as I get used to the feeling of overwhelming fullness. They’ve all fucked me now, but this is different. I’m not sure if it’s the angle, or the control I have in this position, or the feeling of being exposed in a way I’ve never been comfortable with during sex before.

Wade hated the idea of me being on top, and I haven’t had enough partners to really experiment like this before.

But I think I like it.

The bed dips next to me, and I gasp, my eyes flying open even though I don’t remember closing them.

Ryder’s fingers dig into my hips, his gaze burning into me while he waits for me to move, but now Tristan is on the bed too. He’s kneeling next to Ryder, watching with his eyes half-lidded and his fist wrapped around his cock.

“Keep going,” Tristan murmurs when he catches me looking. “Let us watch. Let us see you.”

“You heard him,” Beckett says from where he stands at the foot of the bed. “Fuck yourself on Ryder’s cock.”

My heart pounds. With their eyes all locked on me, I suddenly don’t feel self-conscious anymore. All I feel is powerful and sexy and desired.

Ryder growls as I rock my hips again, his abs contracting as his cock pulses inside my pussy.

“That’s it. Now lift up, love. Tighten that pussy around me and drag it up my cock.”

I do, and it feels incredible.

“Lean back a little. Brace your hands on my thighs.”

I obey, and his cock pulses again, nudging my G-spot as I slide back down his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper, repeating the motion. I know I could come this way if I kept going, but my arms start to shake. “I… I can’t.”

Ryder’s fingers dig into my hips as he urges me upright again. “Do whatever feels good.”

“I want… I want to makeyoufeel good,” I pant.

Tristan chuckles, still working his cock. “You are. Just look at him.”

I do, and the expression on Ryder’s face makes me feel like a goddess. It’s almost too much, so I let my head fall forward, my hair brushing his chest as I brace myself on his firm pecs and look down at where we’re joined instead.

I lift my hips up, watching his cock slide out of me as I rise. Both his shaft and my thighs glisten with my arousal and Beckett’s cum, and the sight is so raw and sexy that I lose whatever inhibitions I still have. I impale myself on him again, rocking back and forth as I chase my pleasure.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Ryder groans as I start truly riding him. “That’s so fucking good, love. Take what you need.”

He slides his hands up and cups my breasts, flicking my nipples and sending a bolt of pure fire down to my core.

I moan, my rhythm faltering as I instinctively lean into his touch and grind my clit against him. “Oh god, yes.”

“Tug that little ring in your clit,” Beckett growls.

I obey without thinking, then cry out, my inner muscles clenching around Ryder’s cock at the sharp burst of pleasure.

“Keep going,” Beckett directs me, voice directly behind me. “Keep touching yourself while you ride him. I fucking love the way your ass shakes while you’re bouncing on his cock.”

Instead of embarrassment, the idea of him watching me like this almost sends me over the edge.

“Please,” I beg when my thighs start to burn, not sure what I’m asking for as I frantically rub my fingers over my clit.

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