Page 194 of Filthy Rich Santas

His thrusts are brutal, and I whimper, my pussy clenching, a new wave of wetness flooding me as my core tightens into a fist-sized ball of need. I’m close. So close…

Then he pulls out.

My whine of protest turns into a moan when Tristan immediately takes his place, pushing inside me, thick and relentless, his pace a little slower but so deep I’m shuddering.

“That’s right,” he says, his voice a low purr. “Let me feel it. Give yourself over to us. You belong to us now, don’t you?”

“Yesss,” I hiss, the word ending on a strangled cry as he pushes deeper.

“Good girl. So fucking tight. I want to stay buried in you all night.”

“Yes,” I pant, trying to move, needing him to go faster, harder. Needing more.

But he just holds my legs tight, pressing them down to keep me still, his gaze dark and hungry.

“I want to, but you need something else, don’t you? You need to know you’re owned by all of us.”

He pulls out, and Beckett picks me up like I weigh nothing, setting me back down on his cock.

My pussy pulses, a shiver of lust racing up my spine as he impales me. He’s leaning against the headboard now, and he doesn’t ask me to ride him. He palms my ass in both hands, slams his hips up to drive his thick cock even deeper, and makes me.

I scream, clutching his arms, and he does it again. And again. Fucking me so hard the entire bed is shaking.

“You’re ours,” he snarls, his gaze locking onto mine. “All of you. Forever. Mine. Ryder’s. Tristan’s. Ours. Tell us.”

“Yes,” I choke. “Oh god, I’m going to… I’m going to…”

“Not yet,” Beckett says with a wicked smile, lifting me off his cock and passing me back to Ryder.

I lose count of how many times they pass me back and forth, edging me until I’m sobbing.

It’s perfect. I feel cherished and used and adored. Like a goddess. Like a whore. It’s a heady combination, and it makes me feel more connected to them than ever before. I needed this so much.

But it’s noteverythingI need.

I’m upright, on my knees, Ryder’s mouth on mine and his fingers on my clit as Tristan fucks me from behind, but I need more.

“Closer,” I beg when Ryder drags his lips down my throat. “Need you.”

He groans, and this time, when Tristan pumps into me, it pushes me flush against his body, his hard cock sliding through my slick slit and bumping my piercing.

“Yes! Fuck me. Please, Ryder. Need your cock.”

Tristan slams into me again, kissing the back of my neck, then starts to pull out.

I reach behind me and grab for his hip. “No! Don’t go. Keep fucking me. I need you in me too. I need both of you.”

“Oh, fuck,” Ryder groans. “That’s a lot, baby. You want Tristan to pull out and take your ass so I can have your pussy?”

“No,” I pant. “I want you both in the same hole. Share me. Take me.”

Ryder’s chest vibrates, a low, primal growl emanating from him.

Tristan sucks in a sharp breath, and his cock throbs inside me. “Are you sure?”

I nod frantically. “Please.”

He and Ryder share a look, and then his arms wrap around me, sliding down to my waist. He lifts me slightly, and Ryder shifts, grabbing the base of his cock and guiding it lower—not to my clit this time, but to my entrance, which is already stretched around Tristan’s shaft.

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