Page 144 of Filthy Rich Santas

Beckett gives me a slow, wicked smile. “You’ve been a very bad girl, coming without permission.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

I’m not sorry. Not in the slightest. I’m trembling with excitement at the dark promise in his eyes.

“For that…” he murmurs, stroking a hand down the center of my chest, all the way to my pussy where he hooks a finger into my clit piercing. “I’m going to have to fuck you.”

I shudder, my body clenching around the butt plug as the pleasure still coursing through my blood spikes.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

He tugs my piercing gently, using it as a tether to lead me to the lowest, widest leather bench, one the size of a bed. Then he seats himself on it and slides his hand between my legs to play with the plug as I stand before him. “I’m going to fuck you while this is still inside you.”

My pussy clenches with involuntary excitement. I already feel so full, I can’t imagine how intense it will be to have him inside me too.

But I want it.

“Green,” I whisper, making Beckett’s eyes flare.

He draws his hand back, dragging it through my wet folds. Then he licks my arousal off his fingers.

Tristan and Ryder stand like twin sentinels on either side of me as Beckett reclines on the leather bench and frees his cock.

All three men are bare chested now, having stripped down to just the form-fitting pants they each wore to the club, and the clear bulges of Tristan’s and Ryder’s cocks makes my mouth water.

I want to touch them. I want them to touchme. I want everything with these men.

But right now, all those wants are eclipsed by one: obeying my Dom.

“Straddle me,” Beckett orders, his thick, tattooed fingers playing over his Jacob’s ladder piercing as he slowly strokes his cock, watching me like a king who doesn’t question for a moment that he’ll be obeyed.

And I do. I scramble to obey, eagerly settling myself over him, our eyes locked together and the plug shifting inside of me as I get into position.

His hands immediately grasp my hips, guiding me down onto his shaft. With a slow, torturous slide, he fills me, and just like I suspected, with the plug already taking up space inside me, it’s so intense it has my eyes rolling back.

“That’s it, baby,” he rumbles, his thumbs stroking my hips. “Take it all. Fuck, you feel even tighter like this.”

I whimper, shuddering on top of him. “So full,” I whisper, overwhelmed by it.

But they really have awoken something greedy and carnal in me, because all I want is more. And Beckett gives it to me. He grips my hips tighter, guiding my movements as I rock against him.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises, his eyes shining with a combination of pride and raw lust as he starts to fuck me. “Your pussy feels like fucking heaven. Are you going to give me another one?”

“Another… another orgasm?”

It’s inevitable. I’m already racing in that direction as he moves me on top of him.

“That’s right,” Beckett says, his eyes piercing me just as deeply as his shaft does. “You came without my permission. Now you’ll need to come on my command.”

“Yes, sir.”

He thrusts up, making me cry out, my clit throbbing and my ass clenching around the plug.

“If you can take this,” Beckett growls, doing it again, “you can take two cocks.”

His words are like a lit match inside me, heating my blood into a firestorm. I have no idea if it’s just dirty talk or a promise. If it’s something I could really do, or if it would be too much. But I do know that the thought of being filled by two of them at once is both thrilling and terrifying.

And that if Beckett tells me I can, I believe him.

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