Page 195 of Filthy Rich Santas

He pushes his tip in, and my eyes widen, my lips parting. Tristan throbs inside me, his fingers digging into my hips as Ryder slowly starts working his way in too.

It burns. It’s overwhelming. It’s perfect. Especially with Beckett’s hot gaze burning into me as he watches them fill me, inch by inch, slowly fisting his cock.

“Oh god,” I breathe, the sensation stealing the breath from my lungs as I let my head fall back on Tristan’s shoulder and pant through the sensation.

Ryder’s grip on my waist tightens, holding me still. “Fucking incredible,” he grits out. “Can you take more?”

“All of it. Ryder, give me all of you!”

He pushes forward, and a sob escapes my throat as I feel my body stretch, opening up, taking him and Tristan both.

“Holy shit, you’re amazing,” Tristan pants. “You’re doing so good, freckles. So fucking perfect.”

I’m pinned between their bodies, full of cock, and it’s not enough.

“Fuck me,” I plead. “Need more.”

They oblige, slowly rocking against me, the two of them finding a rhythm that’s somehow not quite fast enough and perfect at the same time. It’s intense and amazing, and like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, the words pouring out of me. “Oh fuck, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

“Fuck, Lana. You’re gonna make me come,” Tristan groans, turning my head and kissing me.

The bed dips next to us, and when Tristan releases my mouth, panting against the back of my neck Beckett takes my chin in his hand and tilts my head toward him.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

He does, hard and fast, but then pulls back, the heat in his eyes almost undoing me.

“I want to see your face,” he murmurs. “You have no fucking idea how incredible you look taking two cocks.”

“I want three.”

He freezes, the heat I thought I saw in his gaze before flaring into an inferno.

“What?”

“I need you, Beckett. I need you too.”

“Fuck,” Ryder groans, his cock throbbing inside me. “What are you saying, love?”

“I want all of you at once.”

“How?”

“Jesus.”

“Fucking anything,” Beckett promises in that low, rumbling growl that always gets me. “Where do you want me?”

His hot gaze has me pinned in place just as thoroughly as Tristan’s and Ryder’s cocks do, and I couldn’t look away if I tried. “I want you in my pussy, Beckett. I want all three of you at the same time.”

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Three cocks.I don’t know if I can take it, but I want it. And the way that Beckett’s eyes widen, the heat flashing through his gaze hot enough to incinerate me, tells me he does too.

And he’s not the only one.

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