Page 146 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Damn right,” Beckett growls.

They begin to move in tandem, building a rhythm that has me crying out, my body trembling with the intensity of it.

“That’s it, baby,” Ryder encourages, his arms wrapping around me, one hand tweaking my clit piercing. “Let yourself feel it.”

The pressure builds, their cocks stroking something deep and primal inside me. Their hands are everywhere, tugging my nipple clamps, playing with my piercing, their mouths on my neck, my shoulders, my breasts.

I’ve never felt so completely owned, so free to just get lost in the pleasure, and I can’t hold back my escalating cries when my body starts to shake as I near the peak. I’m beyond words, beyond rational thought, reduced to a being of pure sensation as they drive me higher, working me over their cocks until I finally shatter, sobbing with the force of my release.

It sweeps through me, a tidal wave of sensation that leaves me trembling and boneless between them as they keep fucking me through it.

“Oh fuck,” Ryder groans from behind me. “You’re milking me so fucking well. Gonna pull everything out of me at this rate, love. Is that what you want? You want it all? You want to be dripping with our cum before you walk out of here?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Then give us another one first,” Beckett demands. “I want to feel this perfect pussy of yours squeeze my cock again. Come on, dirty girl. Show me how good you can be. I know you’ve got one more in you. Give it to us. One more now.”

I want to say I can’t, but they’re relentless, their thrusts becoming more urgent and their grips on my body fiercer. Their grunts and curses fill the room, animalistic sounds that fuel the flames of my arousal once more, and before I know it, I’m tumbling over the edge again, my desperate cries joining theirs as they follow, spilling themselves inside me with a final few thrusts.

“Perfect,” Ryder murmurs, pulling out of me slowly and then guiding me upright, my thighs wet with their releases and still spread wide around Beckett’s hips.

He tugs gently on the chain of the nipple clamps.

“Ryder’s right. You were perfect, baby,” he praises, his eyes shining with pride and desire. “You did so fucking well.”

“Thank you, sir,” I whisper.

He releases the clamps, leaning up to kiss each nipple tenderly as an indescribable sensation rushes through me at their removal.

Beckett runs his hands down my body, his softening cock giving one last pulse as he pins me with a wicked look. “But you don’t think we’re done yet, do you?”

He cups my chin, then turns my head so that I’m facing Tristan.

Tristan’s eyes are heated behind his glasses, his gaze trailing over my body with a look of such hunger that the flames these men have just sated instantly flare to life again.

He’s as still and contained as he always is, but his cock is visibly throbbing behind his pants, his body flushed and his nostrils flaring with every breath.

I shiver, equal parts excitement and anticipation coursing through me. As blissful as the afterglow of being fucked by Ryder and Beckett is, I do need more. I need Tristan too.

And when he finally drags his eyes back up my body to meet my gaze, I know I’m going to get everything I could ever want from him, even though I’ve got no idea what he has planned.

“It’s my turn now,” he says, his voice low and full of promise as he smiles at me. “Color?”

“Green,” I whisper.

33

TRISTAN

Lana is a vision,freshly fucked and gorgeous, with her hair falling across her face as she blinks up at me.

Her lips are swollen from Beckett’s and Ryder’s kisses, tempting me to slide my aching cock between them. I’m so turned on after watching my friends fuck her that I’m aching with it.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything as perfect as the way she surrendered herself to them. The three of us have shared before, and it’s always a rush to do scenes with a willing submissive together.

But it’s never been like this.

With Lana, it’s not just about the sex. It’s not even strictly about kink, although helping her explore her interests is an unbelievable rush. But the trust with which she hands herself over to us goes far deeper than any of that.

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