Page 151 of Filthy Rich Santas

It feels fucking incredible, like her body really is trying to pull my cum out and force me to empty my balls inside her. And I’m desperate to do it. I want nothing more than to know she’s full of all three of us as I empty myself inside her.

But there’s something I want even more than all that.

I want to give Lana everything.

I push in to the hilt, grinding against her as I knead her ass. I tug on the ropes around her wrists, leaning down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses against her glistening back as I force myself to hold on to my control.

“Tristan,” she whimpers.

“Right here. Now turn your head. Do you see that wall?”

She obeys me slowly, panting as her body continues to clench around my cock with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Do you know why there’s nothing there?”

No shelves attached to it. No toys hanging from it. Nothing to impede the view.

“N-N-No,” she stutters.

Beckett mutters a low,fuck, and Ryder groans.

This isn’t the first time we’ve played at Eclipse, and they know exactly where I’m going with this.

“We’re not alone in this club,” I remind Lana, palming her ass. “Is exhibitionism a kink you’re interested in exploring?”

She hesitates for a moment, then nods.

Ryder groans again, sounding almost wrecked.

It’s a kink I know he particularly enjoys. I’ve always been more into watching others than being watched myself, and I know that, on some level, it has a lot to do with my scars. But Lana makes me want things I never have before, and she’s not the only one open to exploring new things right now.

“I like it when the three of you watch me,” Lana whispers.

“We know you do, love,” Ryder says, “but we’ve got the option to turn that opaque wall right there into a window too. A flip of the switch, and it will become transparent. Then everyone in the club will be able to see in here.”

“They’d see how fucking beautiful you look in Tristan’s ropes,” Beckett growls. “You’d be showing everyone how fucking lucky we are. They’d get to see you bound and submissive, spread out and fucked hard.”

Lana’s breath becomes ragged with excitement, and Ryder curses softly under his breath as he moves closer, circling her like a predator.

“Do you want that?” I ask, hooking my fingers in the ropes I wove around her body and pulling her back against me as my cock throbs inside her.

She whimpers a little, squirming in her restraints as she stares at the opaque viewing wall with wide eyes, as if she’s picturing everything she just heard.

“Do you want other people to see how gorgeous you look like this?” I press her as her skin heats with another flush of arousal. “Do you want to show off how well you take our cocks? Just say the word, and we can show everyone out there who you really are. We’ll show them that you’re made for this. Made to be fucked. Made to be worshiped. Made to offer up your submission and fly high with pleasure.”

A gorgeous shudder wracks her body, and her pussy squeezes my shaft in a rolling wave that leaves me groaning.

She’s so responsive that it’s almost intoxicating, but I need an answer. A verbal one. I need to hear her say it. But even before I do, her body is already answering for her, telling me without words everything I need to know.

And exactly what I was hoping to hear.

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LANA

Tristan’s cockthrobs inside my pussy, and even though I’ve just come, I want more of it. I want him to go hard. I want him to make me come again.

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