Page 6 of Mistletoe and Mischief

Referring to a cock as a steel rod never made sense to me until this moment.

“You’re in control, Jasmine,” Landon murmurs, his breath hot on my ear. “If you need him to stop or slow down, he will.”

I nod, my heart pounding. Blake’s hands slide up my thighs, his touch gentle yet firm. His eyes meet mine, a soft smile playing on his lips. “We’re going to take care of you, Babygirl.”

Yes, Daddy, plays on my tongue, but I need his cock inside of me too much to risk freaking him out. Or worse, making him think I want a commitment. Reaching down, I wrap my hand around his shaft. So hot and hard. Sticky drops slide down his strained tip, slicking my fingers.

Struggling to rise, I can’t touch the floor. His grip tightens and he helps me, setting my entrance onto his tip. The pressure is just enough for my wet lips to part to accept him.

“I need more.”

“Ready for me to put a baby in you?” Blake’s voice is husky.

I’d heard about guys talking like that during sex, so I’m not totally freaked out. No babies for me. “Ready for you to try.”

On my cue, he slowly stretches me, our eyes locked, until I can’t hold mine open anymore.

The pain is tangled with pleasure, the sense that we were made for each other.

I take a deep breath, dig my fingers into his shoulders, and settle the rest of the way onto him. Blake lets me adjust to the feeling of fullness. I’m teetering on the brink of orgasm already.

His hands slide up to cup my face, his thumbs brushing gently against my cheeks. “You’re fucking perfect, Babygirl,” he says, his voice soft.

“So are you, Daddy.”

What the fuck did I just say?

A growl rips through the air as he pistons. He fucks me hard and fast. I love it. My eyes pop open and lock with his. Hunger and possession control his expression. I buck my hips and cry out, needing the movement as much as he does.

He swells inside of me and my walls clamp around him, begging him to release. And he does. We come at the same time, clenching that idea that we’re made for each other.

No! I have to stop thinking that. This isn’t a fairytale.

But I’m lost in euphoria until the deafening silence pulls me back to reality. A soft chuckle from Landon gives me a warning before he lifts me off Blake’s cock and returns me to his shoulder.

“Youarea little brat, trying to steal the spotlight again.”

He rubs his palm over my butt before spanking me again, presumably, hopefully, with all eyes on us.

Cole says, “We better get you home or they’re never going to finish the auction.”

“But the roads are a mess. We’re snowed in.” Really? That’s the reason? What happened to my clear intentnotto go home with anyone?

“Good thing we brought our snowplow.”

And good thing you know how to give orgasms. One night here… one night at their house… Is there really a difference? Not when I’m ready to explore more of what they have to offer.

Sabrina’s on stage. Hottie is bidding on her, but so are her stepbrothers. Betsy got won by her stepdad. Maybe this will work out. But I’m still uneasy about Sabrina’s situation. I wiggle free, run to the front, and interrupt the auction yet again. Thistime I motion for Sabrina. She kneels in front of me. I remind her to use the termination if needed, and suggest that if Hottie wins her, she shouldn’t leave the sex club with him.

She agrees.

Hands wrap around me, flinging me onto Landon’s shoulder. Another spanking in front of everyone. I was made for this.

Waving to the crowd, I let the trio take me home.

This is not going as planned.

Five

---