Page 92 of Filthy Rich Santas

Ryder smirks as he crawls onto the bed next to me, propping himself up against the pillows and palming his cock.

“Like heaven,” he says. “Fuck, this is hot. That last orgasm is going to have her so soft and wet for you. Isn’t that right, love? Is your pussy ready for Tristan’s cock?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “I want it.”

I want both of them.

I want them to use my body to get off. To fill me up, raw and bare, with their cum.

Ryder grabs a pillow and helps prop me up, and then Tristan slides deep.

It’s not a hard thrust, but I can’t hold back the little sob that falls from my lips. He feels so good. And even though he’s just started moving, he’s already taking me higher and higher, my pleasure spiraling upward until I can’t catch my breath.

“That’s it,” he growls, gripping my hips as he starts thrusting harder. “Fuck, how are you so tight after coming so hard for us already?”

Ryder smirks, lazily fisting his cock as he watches Tristan fuck me. “I told you. Tight. And wet. And fucking perfect.”

“Fucking Christ, it’s true.” Tristan groans, leaning over my back and wrapping one arm around me, cupping my breast as his fingers toy with my nipple. “And all ours, aren’t you? We can take this pussy any time we want. Can’t we? Free use.”

For the duration of the trip.

None of us voice that part, and his next thrust pushes it right out of my head.

“Yes,” I whimper, barely able to hold myself up as the pleasure quickly mounts, his angle just right to my g-spot with every slow, deliberate thrust.

But not enough to take me to the edge.

He’s toying with me.

“Tristan,” I beg in a whimper. “Please. More.”

“More?” he asks, as a wicked grin spreads across Ryder’s face. “Sounds like she’s begging for you to join in,” he tells Ryder.

“Yes.Please.”

Tristan grips my hips and drives into me hard enough that the slap of our skin echoes through the room, and the moan that slips past my lips is loud and shameless.

“That sounds like an invitation,” Ryder murmurs, getting to his knees in front of me and stroking my chin. Then he tugs on it, pulling my mouth open as I pant with my rising need and stare up at him. “Is this what you need?”

He guides his cockhead, already slick with precum, to my lips, then teasingly drags it across them, painting them with his salty taste.

“Yes.” I’m completely shameless as I flick my tongue out and lick his slit. “I want it.”

He hisses in a breath, his expression going dark and fierce.

“Fuck, she’s sexy,” Tristan growls, driving into me even harder. “Come on, give her what she wants.”

“Don’t worry,” Ryder says, sliding his cock between my lips and groaning. “I plan on it. And you’re going to be a good girl, aren’t you, love? Going to come for us again while we fuck your mouth and that pretty pussy, as hard and deep as we want?”

I can only moan around him, which he takes for the enthusiastic yes it is. I’ve never had anyone truly fuck my mouth, and honestly, I’m not sure how I’ll take it.

But I know he won’t give me more than I can handle. He’ll get just as dirty as I’ve always dreamed of, but he’ll take care of me too.

As if to prove it, he cups my cheek, his thumb resting right under my ear, the position and angle allowing him to feel his own cock through my cheek as he slowly slides it across my tongue, easing me into it despite his wonderfully filthy promise to fuck my mouth.

“We’re going to take good care of you,” he whispers, looking me straight in the eye. “And you want to be good for us, don’t you? You want to submit and surrender yourself, to take everything we give you tonight and show Beckett what he’s missing out on.”

I whine around his cock, my skin tingling at the reminder that Beckett’s eyes are on me right now too.

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