Page 125 of Filthy Rich Santas

But Ryder must know. He bends his knees, planting his feet on the mattress and grabbing my ass. Then he thrusts up into me so hard that I scream.

“That’s it, dirty girl,” Beckett says as Ryder does it again. “Tell him how you like it. Tell us exactly what you need.”

My breasts sway as I lean over Ryder again, meeting every one of his hip thrusts with my own. The angle is incredible, my clit grinding against his pubic bone and his cock sliding so deeply inside me that I swear I can feel him in the pit of my stomach.

“Harder,” I gasp, shameless and greedy. “God, I want it harder. Faster. More.”

“Then take it.”

Beckett’s hand lands on the back of my neck, anchoring me in place as I do what he commanded. I fuck Ryder with total abandon as the molten core of pleasure inside me coils tighter and tighter, until I’m so close to coming that white light tinges the edges of my vision.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, flinging my head back and grinding down on him as I teeter on the peak.

“Jesus fuck,” Tristan groans, his voice raspy.

Ryder stares up at me with a smoldering gaze. “He’s gonna fucking lose it before I do, just from watching you.”

I drag my eyes away from his and meet Tristan’s gaze, and when Beckett tightens his grip on the back of my neck and leans over my back, forcing me forward again, my breath catches.

“It’s all for you, little menace,” Beckett growls in my ear. “Your pussy is gonna be flooded with Ryder’s cum any second now, and you’re feeding one of Tristan’s kinks too. And do you know why we all fucking love watching you so much?”

I moan, my whole body shuddering as the tightly coiled pressure inside me finally snaps.

“Because nothing is fucking hotter than your pleasure,” Beckett finishes as the orgasm rushes through me.

“Jesus,” Ryder gasps, his voice choked. “Your pussy… holy fuck.”

His fingers bite into my hips as I cry out and clench around him, and then his own climax hits and his cock starts jerking inside me. He drags me down against his chest as he comes, capturing my mouth with his and kissing me hard.

I’m so lost in the pleasure that I don’t even realize Tristan has moved around behind me until Ryder releases me to catch his breath. But as soon as he does, Tristan yanks me off Ryder’s shaft, pulling my hips up so I’m straddling Ryder on all fours, and drives his own cock into my cum-soaked pussy.

“Oh god,” I gasp, as he fucks me hard and fast.

I’ve never known Tristan to lose control before. But he is now. He’s clearly at his breaking point, and the fact that it’s formeis like a drug I can’t get enough of.

“Look what you do to him,” Beckett rumbles as if he can read my mind, stroking my cheek and tilting my head to the side. “Do you have any idea how good you look when you’re being fucked like this?”

I moan, and Ryder runs his big hand down the middle of my chest, between my breasts, and lower, stopping right before he reaches my clit and dragging his finger back up the same path as Tristan slams into me, over and over.

I’m surrounded by them. Possessed by all three of them. And when Tristan finally gives in and comes inside me with a rough, raw groan, another orgasm slams through my body, making it feel like we’re all connected on a level I’ve never felt with anyone else.

When his cock stops twitching, Tristan gathers up my hair and moves it aside to place a soft, warm kiss on the back of my neck, then slowly pulls out.

A warm trickle of cum follows, the mingled release of all three of them dribbling down my thighs. I collapse on top of Ryder with a sigh, Tristan’s weight still on top of me, sandwiching me between them.

Tristan places one more tender kiss on the back of my neck, then helps to gently peel me off Ryder with a soft laugh. We carefully untangle our limbs, and the feel of their fingers drifting over my hair and shoulders makes my heart stutter as we separate.

Then Tristan cups my cheek, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “You okay there, freckles?”

I nod breathlessly. “I’m perfect.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” His voice is warm and a little rough, and he leans down to press a soft kiss to my lips.

He eases himself off the bed, but when I go to follow, Ryder chuckles and tugs me back so I’m curled against his chest.

“Not so fast. Let us take care of you a little.”

I’m not sure when Beckett stepped away from the bed, but he’s suddenly right there, a warm, steaming cloth in his hands as he starts cleaning me up.

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