Page 134 of Filthy Rich Santas

He pulls out his cock. “They get fucked, baby. They have to sit on my lap and tell me what they really want. But you already did that, didn’t you?”

He slips his free hand inside my thong again, sliding his fingers through my folds, then pulling aside the lace as my thighs start to tremble.

“You want some cream, but you’re gonna have to work for it. Put me inside you, then sit down on my lap.”

Every time any one of these men touch me, I discover new levels of arousal. But this? Staring into Beckett’s unblinking gaze as I sink down onto his cock is the most sensual moment of my life. It feels both forbidden and private, reckless and safe to be doing this surrounded by nothing but the night.

“Fuck,” Beckett hisses, his hand tightening on my neck as I fully seat myself on his lap. “That’s it, you naughty little thing. Take all of it. Earn your place on Santa’s list.”

His filthy praise combined with the teasing role play and the stretch of his thick, pierced cock inside me is too much. I let my eyes flutter closed, savoring the pleasure—but they immediately snap back open when headlights wash over us. Another car is coming over the rise behind us, illuminating the interior of our SUV.

I gasp, my heart pounding as a surge of adrenaline at the thought of being caught like this floods me. I’m honestly not sure whether I’m thrilled or terrified by the idea, but then Beckett draws my attention back to him by rocking his hips up.

“Eyes here.”

“Yes, sir.”

He’s in charge. These three men will never let anything happen that pushes my boundaries further than I can handle. I’m safe to explore everything I’ve ever fantasized with them, and this moment is no different.

Beckett releases my throat, both hands going to my ass and holding me in place as Ryder throws the blinker on and turns onto a dark side road, allowing the other set of headlights to disappear into the darkness.

Then Beckett starts fucking me.

I may be on top, but this is completely different from Ryder telling me to ride him back at the last hotel. I’m not even close to being in charge right now. Beckett is in total control, driving up into me as he uses his hands on my ass to move me on and off of him, forcing me to take every single inch of his cock and lighting up nerves I didn’t even know I had with his Jacob’s ladder.

“Your pussy is so fucking greedy, little menace,” he grunts out. “So hungry for cock, so tight and wet. You’re soaking. I can feel you dripping down my balls, you naughty little thing. Is this what you wanted?”

I moan, letting my head drop back, only for Beckett to grip my chin and force me to meet his eyes again.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, sir,” I gasp, trying to keep eye contact. But my eyes flutter closed when he slams into me hard enough to make the springs of the seat groan. “I… I wanted this. You. I want you to… to fuck me just like this. Fuck the sass out of me.”

“Touch that pretty clit of yours,” he growls, driving up into me like a man possessed, over and over. “Tug that ring and give me a show, baby. I want you to come all over my cock before we make it back to the hotel.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, sir. I… I…”

I’m so keyed up, so close to tumbling over the edge into an abyss of pure pleasure, that for a moment, I can’t make sense of the jarring ringtone that suddenly blares from my phone.

It sounds again, and Beckett glances down at where I left it on the seat next to us.

“Wade,” he grunts, reading off the screen.

I tense up at the sound of my ex’s name—hearing it now, while I’m impaled on another man’s cock and moments away from an earth-shattering orgasm, is almost surreal.

“I’m sorry. Ignore it,” I gasp. “It… it will stop in a second.”

Beckett’s hands tighten, and he maneuvers my hips in a slow, rolling motion that makes his piercings rub against my g-spot.

My eyes roll back in my head, my thighs starting to shake as that fucking ringtone I set for Wade months ago keeps blaring out from the seat next to us.

“I don’t like to ignore things, little menace,” Beckett tells me with an almost feral grin. “Answer it.”

“What?” I whisper, my eyes flaring wide.

He holds my gaze. “I said, answer your phone.”

He’s pure Dom, his authority rolling over me and making me shudder. I could use my safe word. I know that.

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