Page 63 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Okay,” I breathe out.

“Good girl.” He strokes himself slowly, staring at me without blinking. “Squeeze those pretty thighs together and clench your pussy tight. Pulse your inner muscles like you’re trying to milk one of our cocks. Then pinch those gorgeous nipples again.”

“Do it,” Ryder groans, finally pulling his cock out too. “Beckett has thebestfucking ideas.”

“You see what you’re doing to them, freckles?” Tristan murmurs. “You’ve got them all worked up, just like you got me this morning.”

I’ve got my legs pressed tightly together, just like Beckett told me to, but Tristan tugs the robe up to my waist, leaving me bare right over his lap, and pulls my ass cheeks apart.

Then he grinds his cock between them. His pants don’t allow him to penetrate me, but the hard ridge of his erection is so hot and thick that it turns me on anyway.

“Tristan,” I gasp, lost in sensation as he bucks up against me.

“Keep touching yourself,” Beckett growls, the head of his cock slick with precum as he works his fist over it. “Get yourself there. Show us how obedient you can be. You said you wanted this, that you wantedus. Prove it.”

I nod frantically, abusing my nipples until I’m practically sobbing. I grind down on Tristan’s cock, clenching my legs together and tightening my core over and over in a frantic rhythm that really does almost feel like I’m getting fucked.

“Please,” I whimper, so close again that I can almost taste it. “Please, I need to…”

It’s Ryder’s groan that sends me over the edge. Tristan is so hard beneath me that I can feel each pulse of his shaft, and the sight of Beckett clenching his jaw as he strokes himself makes my heart race.

Each one of them is totally focused on me, just as turned on as I am.

Forme.

It’s every one of my fantasies coming to life in the hottest way possible, and it slams into me so hard that my body arches off Tristan’s lap.

“Fuck,” one of them mutters almost reverently.

My climax seems to go on forever, and I finally collapse back into Tristan’s hold as a few aftershocks roll through me.

“Lana,” Beckett says after a moment, using that commanding Dom voice.

I drag my eyes back open, my gaze meeting two ravenous sets of eyes.

“Color?”

I lick my lips, my brain a little slow on the uptake thanks to the blissful haze I’m floating in.

And then it clicks.

“Green,” I whisper.

They’re not done with me yet.

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LANA

I almost feelgreedy as arousal pools in my core while I watch Ryder and Beckett jerk off. They just gave me three orgasms, and that’s true even if it was my own hand that delivered them.

I feel sated. Boneless. More satisfied than I can ever remember being after sex.

But I still want more.

“What do you want now, freckles?” Tristan whispers in my ear, his hands moving lazily over my body. “Tell us.”

His cock throbs under my ass, and a mouthwatering image flashes through my mind.

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