Page 66 of Filthy Rich Santas

That it’s the submissive who has the power in every power exchange.

“May I?” I whisper once I’m in front of him.

He releases his shaft and cups my face. “You’re fucking killing me here.”

Then he spreads his legs and pushes me down to my knees, bringing my face to his bulge.

“So open and honest with us.” Ryder shifts his hips, rubbing himself back and forth over my lips. “You really are a good girl, but you’re dirty too, aren’t you?”

“She likes it filthy,” Beckett rumbles as Ryder thrusts forward.

“I think you’re right,” he says with a groan as he tightens the grip he still has on my hair to hold me in place. He thrusts forward, his eyes going hooded when I gag, but doesn’t stop until he’s filled my throat. “Fuck, that’s tight.” He pulls back, then thrusts in again. “Now make me come while Beckett and Tristan watch you work.”

I moan and suck hard, bobbing my head up and down and proving them both right. It’s not just dirty, it gets wetter and sloppier as my own arousal starts to peak again.

I shove a hand between my legs, clenching my thighs around it, and Ryder suddenly yanks on my hair hard enough to sting.

“None of that, dirty girl. Not quite yet. I said makemecome.”

I sink into a warm haze, following his directions and riding the high of his praise as I suck and moan, bob and swallow, over and over while the heat of all three men’s eyes on me sends me flying.

“Oh fuck, that’s it.” Ryder’s grip suddenly tightens again, his cock swelling in my mouth and pulsing hard as he fills my mouth with his salty spend. “But don’t swallow. Not until I say so.”

I choke a little, my throat convulsing, but I manage to do what he says, holding it in my mouth until he finally pulls me off, his cock sliding from my mouth and leaving a trail of cum and saliva dripping from my lips.

“You’re so damn sexy,” he says, pushing it back inside with his thumb. “That was perfect, love. Your mouth is even better than Tristan said it was.”

“Only because words don’t do it justice,” Tristan murmurs as Ryder stares down at me, slowly sliding his thumb out and gripping my chin instead.

He tugs it down. “Now show me what you saved for me.”

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, trying to curl it a little so I don’t lose any. It doesn’t quite work, and Ryder groans as it spills down my chin.

“Beckett was right. You’re fucking filthy.” He leans forward and kisses me, groaning into my mouth as he tastes himself there, then shoves his cum deeper with his tongue. “Now swallow,” he says when he finally pulls back, his voice husky and his eyes filled with heat. “Swallow what I gave you, then go show Beckett how good you can be for him.”

I do as I’m told, turning to find Beckett staring at me without blinking, cock still in hand. He’s on a leather chair near the fireplace, legs spread wide already, but when I go over to him, he stands up before I can crawl between them.

“Stop.”

I bite my lip, shuddering a little at the pure dominance in that single word.

He points to the floor at his feet. “Kneel.”

I slowly lower myself in front of him, keeping my eyes on his as my skin prickles with awareness. He looms over me, masculine and solid and gorgeous, making me feel small in the best possible way.

Then my eyes drop to his cock.

It’s pierced. A Jacob’s ladder. His shaft so thick and long that it fits eight rungs. Eight sets of stainless steel balls running up the center of his cock that I want to worship with my tongue.

“Beckett,” I whisper, squeezing my thighs together as a rush of heat floods my pussy.

I part my lips as I sway forward and reach for it.

“No,” he says sharply, causing my eyes to jerk back up to his as I freeze in place.

He doesn’t smile, but something in his stern expression still feels like praise.

I lick my lips. “I want to, um, to please you.”

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