Page 176 of Filthy Rich Santas

“I’m yours,” I breathe, my body feeling like it’s floating as he grinds his cock against my back, kissing my neck and fingering my pussy.

“Damn fucking right, you’re ours,” he says, his other hand sliding up to my breasts for a moment before he turns me around to face him.

I expect him to kiss me—but instead, he slides his hands around to the backs of my thighs and lifts me off my feet, making me yelp quietly as I clutch at him for balance.

Then he tosses me back onto the mattress, gazing down at me with blazing eyes.

“Beckett,” I whisper. “What are you?—”

“You asked us a question,” he says, stepping closer. “And I’m gonna give you an answer. I’m gonna prove how much I love sharing you. Are you going to be good for me?”

I feel like I’m falling apart, unraveling from the two orgasms these men have already given me. We’ve gone so far past good I don’t even know if the word applies.

But I stillwantto be good.

“Yes,” I promise, licking my lips. “But… I’m not actually sure I can stay quiet.”

“Goddamn. You really are a little menace.”

Gripping my ankles, he drags me to the edge of the bed in a quick motion. Then he dives in, his tongue flicking and teasing my sensitive flesh with a ferocious intensity that makes me feel like he’s starving for me.

“Oh god,” I pant, fighting to keep quiet as I dig my fingers into the sheets. “Oh god, I can’t…”

“You fucking can,” he mutters. “You fucking will.”

His hands tighten around my thighs, holding me open for him as he devours me. I can’t even remember how to breathe.

And then the bed dips on either side of me, Tristan and Ryder gathering close.

“So perfect,” Tristan murmurs, brushing hair out of my face and kissing me softly. “You’re so fucking perfect. Look at you, all spread out and on display for us.”

“Fucking beautiful,” Ryder mutters, leaning down to drag his tongue down my throat, over my collarbone, down to my breasts.

Then he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth as Beckett groans into my pussy, fingering me while sucking on my clit, and I almost scream.

Tristan swallows the sound down, his mouth tasting of my arousal. I can already feel myself building toward another orgasm, my body writhing beneath the three of them as Beckett takes me apart with his mouth.

“Give me another one,” he orders, his voice hoarse. “I need to taste your pleasure. I want to fucking drown in it. Come for me, little menace.”

I whine, bucking against his face. I’m so close, but I need something…

“That’s it,” Ryder murmurs. “God, I love how responsive you are. Give Beckett what he wants, love.”

Beckett growls his agreement, and the vibrations push me over the edge.

The orgasm he demanded crashes through me, and I throw my head back, letting out a sound that’s quickly muffled by Tristan’s kiss.

My back arches off the bed, my whole body shuddering as I thrash against the sheets, riding out wave after wave of bliss.

“Fucking hell,” one of them mutters as I come down from the high.

I drag my eyes open, and Tristan helps me sit up.

The men surround me, all three of their cocks are hard and straining behind their pants, and I don’t even try to stop myself from reaching for the closest one.

Ryder.

He captures my hand before I touch him, placing a kiss on my palm as he shakes his head at me. “We don’t have time for that, love.”

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