Page 15 of Her Billionaire Stocking Stuffers

The cha-ching of tips becomes a steady ringing as Cole snatches something off the workshop wall. With the mask and the angle obscuring my vision, I don’t have any clue about what’s coming.

Cool metal drags over my breasts an instant before he clamps my nipples then uses the chain between them to tug me as if I were a reindeer instead of their dirty little elf.

I’m soaking Gabriel’s dick, leaving a trail on his pants below it, and I couldn’t care less.

All I want is… “More.”

Gabriel spanks me, thrusting me forward so that the contact between his hard-on and my clit increases. I moan and lose it before I even realize I’m on the edge.

Cole shifts his grip to my shoulders as I jerk in Gabriel’s lap. His big hands grasp my hips, stilling my motions, making me pout and whine.

“Careful, baby girl.” He huffs out a laugh. “You don’t want Santa to make a mess of you before we’ve even really begun.”

That’s only the start? My heart is pounding, and my rapture pumps through my veins.

“Turn her around,” he says, and Pax does.

Gabriel bands his arms around me, keeping me steady until my muscles remember how to work for anything other than contracting my empty pussy.

As I recover, Pax and Cole take up posts on either side of us.

Gabriel holds my hands for a few moments. “Breathe, baby girl.”

When I do, he extends my arms until my fingers bump into a hard dick on either side of me.

I clasp them, instinctively fisting Pax’s and Cole’s cocks, pumping them like I saw them do to themselves and each other on the previous live show I watched.

It doesn’t take long for me to forget anything but them.

The feel of their steely lengths in my fists and Gabriel’s chants of encouragement as he palms my ass and puts it on display for our watchers.

It takes a little while, but the embers of my arousal are rekindled by Cole’s and Pax’s wandering hands, which pet me as I pump them to full erection.

“Hand me that.” Gabriel points to something, but again my mask impedes my peripheral vision.

The hum of a vibrator is unmistakable though.

“It’s a shame I can’t have SantaBabyBoy eat this pretty pussy with his mask on.” Gabriel’s dirty talk is rough and low. “I’ve been told this is the next best thing.”

Gabriel swings me around so I’m laid out across his lap with my ass in the air. He wedges the toy between his thigh and my clit as he rubs big circles on my bum. And when his palm descends, spreading a warm tingle across it with slow, steady spanks that thrill me more than they hurt, it increases the sucking of the device on my most sensitive nerves.

“Is that what my pretty little elf needs?” Gabriel’s praise is even more impactful than all the toys in his workshop.

And even that isn’t enough.

“No,” I shout, and everyone pauses. Even the tips slow from a waterfall of cash to a steady stream. “More! Your dick. Please, Santa. Fuck your good elf.”

The deep bass of his jolly belly laugh radiates through me, but it’s the jerk of his erection against my hip that thrills me. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“I’ve got her.” Cole lifts me again and carries me to the bed.

Pax crawls onto it and holds out his arms.

Cole places me in them. I float, aroused, secure, and certain they’re going to take care of me.

Besides, there’s no turning back now.

Gabriel has shucked the rest of his clothes. He climbs onto the bed and holds himself over me with one straight-locked arm. The other jerks his cock in slow, steady pulls.

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