Page 61 of Filthy Rich Santas

I’m not sure what I’m asking for. It’s my own fingers inside me, my hands between my legs, but my orgasm feels like it belongs to them.

“What do you need, love?” Ryder growls.

“I don’t know. I just…”

I gasp, letting my head fall back onto Tristan’s shoulder as I frantically rub my clit, so close to coming.

“It’s not your job to know,” Beckett growls. “It’s your job to do as you’re told right now.” He pauses. “As long as you’re still green.”

“Green,” I breathe. “Yes. Tell me… tell me what to do.”

“Stop.”

I freeze. “What?”

Beckett’s voice is dark, his eyes locked on my clit ring. “Take your hand away from your pussy. I want to see that piercing again.”

I do it, squirming on top of Tristan’s cock.

Ryder’s eyes flare. “Are you trying to get Tristan off, love? Because I don’t think that’s fair, do you? After this morning?”

Tristan chuckles, then slides his hands beneath me, gripping the backs of my thighs, and spreads me open even wider. “He’s right. They want to seeyoucome, freckles. Now be good and show them. One hand on your gorgeous tits, the other back on that pretty jewel.”

“Yes, sir,” I whimper, the honorific instinctively falling from my lips, and Tristan makes a low sound in his throat.

“Such a good girl.”

The words make me melt, and when Beckett growls, “Now,” I do exactly as Tristan commanded, playing with my tits and my clit until the world narrows to the pleasure they’re giving me.

I’m close.

So fucking close.

I bite my lip, moaning as the pressure inside me builds.

“Look at her,” Ryder groans. “So fucking sexy. So responsive. Is this how she was this morning, Tristan?”

“She was perfect,” Tristan says, and I don’t know if it’s hearing those words from him, or the way illicit thrill of hearing them talk about me like I’m a sex toy for them to enjoy, but I cry out as my pleasure starts to crest, writhing on his lap.

His hold on me tightens, holding my thighs in an iron grip as his hips surge up beneath me, the feel of his hard cock making me feel almost frantic.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, arching my back and grinding my ass down, riding him without shame.

“That’s right, love,” Ryder encourages me. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Now come. Do it.Come.”

The order sends me over the edge, like my body was waiting for it, and I cry out, shaking as my orgasm rolls through me like a tidal wave.

Someone groans. Hell, maybe it’s all three of them. And then Tristan releases one of my thighs, moving his hand down and plunging his fingers inside me again.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he rasps, the rough stubble on his jaw scraping against my neck as he nuzzles me. “Tight and sopping wet. Do it again.”

“Wh-what?” I gasp.

“I know you can handle more. You gave me two orgasms this morning, one for me and one for you.” He rolls my clit piercing with his fingers, making me whimper. “But now there are three of us watching. I think you can give us each one, don’t you?”

“Yes…” I moan.

“That’s right.”

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