Page 94 of Filthy Rich Santas

“Yeah, just like that, love,” Ryder says, his voice rough with his own arousal. “Such a good girl, letting us fill you up like this. Are you going to come for us? You’re almost there, I can feel it. Your throat is squeezing the hell out of my cock, and the way Tristan’s pounding into you, I’m guessing that sweet little pussy is getting damn tight too.”

“Fuck yeah, it is,” Tristan grits out. “It’s already milking my cock. She’s responsive as fuck to ass play. If we had lube on hand, I’d be tempted to switch holes. But fuck if I’m going to last long enough for that.”

I can’t respond. I can’t even moan. I feel full in all the best possible ways, every part of my body an instrument of pleasure, humming and tightening with my imminent climax as they fuck me and toy with my most private places until I’m teetering on a knife’s edge of shattering.

I’ve never been fucked like this before. Never been taken apart piece by piece and trusted that I can truly let myself go and count on them to catch me. It feels like true submission, the promise fulfilled of all the things that attracted me to kink in the first place.

The feeling of giving all my power away. Of trusting someone else to decide what’s best for me. To push me, to test my limits, and to know when I need to be restrained and when I need to be freed.

To give me everything I need, even if it’s not what I ever would have thought to ask for.

“Fuck,” Tristan growls. “I need to see you come.”

He pulls his finger out of my ass and spanks me again, making me moan, then warm spit dribbles over my back hole again, and he pushes two fingers in, timing it with his cock.

“Come for us,” he demands. “Do it now. Squeeze my fucking cock and make Ryder come too. Let me feel your pleasure, freckles. Do it.”

I sob, the orgasm he’s calling for ripping through me so powerfully that my muscles seize up, and I’m lost to the waves of ecstasy as Ryder groans, his hips thrusting as he fucks my mouth faster.

“Fucking love the way you respond to orders,” he pants, staring down at me. “You like knowing what’s expected of you? You like being told what to do?”

I can’t nod, but the pleasure still rippling through me intensifies even more.

“Fuuuuck,” Tristan groans, and a second later, I’m suddenly so empty I’m gasping, the sound of his hand flying over his cock filling the room. “I want to see her looking like she belongs to us,” he tells Ryder. “Come on her face. Mark her.”

Ryder’s eyes flare and his cockhead swells in my mouth.

“Oh, hell yes,” he breathes out, thumbs tracing my jaw, then rubbing over my stretched lips. “Is that what you want? Do you want to be our filthy little fucktoy, with Tristan marking your ass while I paint your face with cum?

“Mm-hm,” I manage around his cock.

“Blink once for green.”

I do it, my body quivering with the aftershocks of the pleasure they’ve already wrung out of me.

“Good girl,” Ryder murmurs, gripping his shaft. “Open wide and look at me. Eyes open. I want to watch them shine when I claim this gorgeous face.”

I suck in a breath, doing exactly as he says, and he pulls his cock from my mouth. The next moment, his cum is painting my lips and tongue, and my pussy clenches so hard with another tiny climax that it’s like a lightning strike.

He growls, his fist working over his shaft and his eyes burning into me as I hear Tristan grunt behind me. A moment later, I feel his cum landing on my skin, hot and thick, and that sends me into another mini-climax.

I can’t even scream with the force of it. The only sound I’m capable of making is a weak moan that ends up muffled by the cum still pooled on my tongue.

I can’t even swallow it. My brain isn’t working, and even though my muscles aren’t seizing anymore, I’m still so overwhelmed that it feels like I’m floating.

Or maybe I’m just waiting for permission.

Ryder leans in and kisses my forehead, then drags his tongue through the mess on my lips.

“You can close your eyes now,” he murmurs. “But keep your mouth open and don’t swallow.”

He holds his cum in his mouth and kisses me, our tongues tangling, his hand cupping my cheek.

“So fucking gorgeous,” Tristan mutters, pulling me upright once Ryder releases me and then turning my head as he presses against my back so he can take my mouth too.

His kiss is even dirtier than the one Ryder just gave me, at odds with Tristan’s usual restrained personality. I’m clearly not the only one affected by how intense this was.

“So sexy,” he murmurs, licking the cum from my lips, then pushing it into my mouth again.

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