Page 145 of Filthy Rich Santas

He chuckles, tugging gently on the chain of my nipple clamps. “You like that idea, don’t you, baby?”

I nod frantically, beyond words as the sensation builds. I move against him, finding a rhythm that has sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

“That’s it. You’ll need to keep fucking yourself on my cock, open yourself up so you’re ready for that second one. Get your pussy nice and primed for another release. Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, thumbing the clamps.

I moan, the sensation of his Jacob’s ladder piercing brushing against my sensitive walls competing with the sharp zing from the clamps and the heating sensitivity as he rubs his hands over my well-flogged ass and thighs, until I’m swimming in so many layers of pleasure that all I can do is let my body follows its instincts.

And my instincts are to do exactly what my Dom is telling me to.

I brace my hands on his wide chest, my fingers pale against the thick black tattoos that cover his dusky skin, and chase my pleasure as I bounce on his cock with an urgency I’ve never felt before.

I need everything he’s promising. I need tocome.

Tristan and Ryder move closer, their eyes burning as they watch me ride Beckett. They reach out, trailing their hands over my skin, stoking the flames of my arousal even higher.

“Jesus, you’re so beautiful like this,” Tristan murmurs, his fingers brushing my hair back where it clings to my face. “Your pleasure is fucking gorgeous.”

Ryder’s hands skim lower, gripping my ass, helping me move against Beckett and lighting up the reddened skin there.

“You’re doing so fucking well, love. Take it all. Take what you need.”

“What she needs is another cock,” Beckett growls, palming my ass and spreading my cheeks apart. “You volunteering, Ryder?”

“Fuck yeah,” he says, the bed dipping as he comes up behind me, pushing me down until I’m flattened on Beckett’s chest.

I moan, his cock pushing against my g-spot as my clit grinds against his hard body. Then my breath catches, the pressure of the plug beginning to ease.

Ryder’s taking it out, working it free from my body with gentle, relentless tugs that light up the nerve endings in that sensitive spot.

I whine when it comes out, not liking the sudden emptiness. At first, it was almost too much, but now I crave the missing fullness.

Beckett tangles his hand in my hair, cupping the back of my head and pulling me down to kiss me as his cock jerks in my pussy.

I moan, giving myself to him completely, and a moment later, I feel Ryder tracing the sensitive rim of my back hole.

His fingers are slick with lube, and he groans when he slips one inside me. “Look how well you take me, love. Did you like being plugged?”

I can’t answer. Beckett’s groaning into my mouth, holding me against him as he keeps his other hand on my ass, holding me open for Ryder to play with.

Then Ryder’s fingers disappear, and his cock presses against me, entering me in a way no man ever has before.

“Oh god,” I gasp, arching my back as that wonderful fullness returns and then some, pushing my body to its limits.

“You can do this,” Tristan murmurs as he guides me to lean back and adjust the angle, letting Ryder in.

I start to shake, the feeling overwhelming as Beckett’s thick cock seems to swell inside me as Ryder’s enters me from behind.

It’s too much.

But it’s also not. It’sperfect.

“So fucking tight,” Beckett groans, his hands fisting in my hair as my body takes both of their cocks, just like he promised I could.

He holds himself still, every muscle in his body as tense as a rock, while Ryder works his way in with short, shallow strokes.

Each one goes deeper. Each one pushes me higher. And when he’s finally fully seated, the heat of his body making the reddened skin Beckett worked over with the flogger flare with sensation, he groans, reaching around to cup my breasts as he pants against the side of my neck.

“Fucking incredible,” he grits out from behind me, his cock throbbing in my tight channel. “Nothing has ever felt as good as being inside you, love. Fuckingnothing.”

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