Page 20 of Santa's Pucking Hat Trick

I knew I was soaked. Hell, I’d been slick and wanting all afternoon, from the moment I saw Wes, Sawyer, and Roman all pose with their shirts off for the camera. I felt the truth of my wetness without a shred of embarrassment when Roman slid a hand into my pants and cupped the front of my panties, possessive and wild.

“Fuck, I’ve gotta taste you,” he ground out between his teeth. He’d found his way to my collarbone, and the warmth of his mouth so close to my aching nipples was like a drug.

“Do it, then,” I gasped.

Two things happened at once—glorious, sexy, and only a fraction of what I wanted. Roman, deft enough at seduction and sex that he’d managed to undo my bra under my shirt without me noticing, used the hand that wasn’t cupping my pussy to yank down my top and free my breasts. Then, his lips and tongue were on my nipple, and at the same time, his clever thumb found my clit.

I heard myself moan, heard it echo across the large studio space we had all to ourselves. Roman sucked my nipple expertly at the same time as his thumb massaged my most sensitive bundle of nerves, and maybe it was because I’d been so riled up all day, but by the time he’d switched to my other nipple and scraped it with his teeth, I was coming. He grunted in satisfaction, even letting out a rough, “Fuck, yeah,” as he kept rubbing my clit, taking me through the waves that had my hipsbucking up to meet him. And then the cold air hit my wet nipple as Roman’s mouth abandoned it, moving instead to kneel in front of my chair.

Oh, fuck. I loved where this was going,neededto feel his mouth on my most sensitive place or I might cry. I could almost come again just at the sight of Roman on his knees before me, all those glorious tattoos on display. I half wished he’d rip my jeans right off, waste no time getting his tongue on my pussy, but instead Roman helped me wriggle out of them, pulling them completely off and then spreading my legs over the arms of the chair.

“That’s a fucking gorgeous sight, baby,” Roman told me, his eyes raking over me. My breasts were still out, my arms trapped at my sides by the stretched out neckline of my shirt, and my legs were wide open, welcoming him. I was spread out for him so fully that it felt obscene, even though my panties were still on, plastered to the front of my still-throbbing vulva by the wetness. I loved it. I loved it even more when he went on. “Those gorgeous tits, your hair all a mess. And your sweet pussy issowet for me. You want me to lick it until you come against my face?”

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped.

“Tell me, baby,” Roman growled. “Tell me how bad you want me to tongue-fuck you. Tell me everything you want.”

“You,” I told him simply, inarticulate and feeling nothing but desire. Maybe later I’d feel embarrassed by this, even ashamed that I’d given in so easily to Roman Jett, but not now. “I want you to lick my pussy, and then…”

My eyes trailed down to his dark happy trail, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips, even though I couldn’t see his erection from this angle.I want you inside me. Every inch.

I couldn’t get the words out, though.

“You want to feel my cock stretch you wide, don’t you?” Luckily, Roman wasn’t shy in the slightest, clearly used totalking dirty. I never knew that was a particular interest of mine before. I gave him a frantic nod. He hummed, a wordless agreement, and brought his hands up to my inner thighs.

Roman yanked the thin fabric of my panties to the side, away from my pussy, exposing me to the air. His other hand tightened its grip on my thigh, possessive and strong as he looked me over. He only had time for one sentence: “Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy,” and then he was delving in face-first.

He didn’t take his time or pretend to be patient. No, Roman dove in and devoured me, his tongue finding and expertly flicking my clit as his lips enveloped my sopping folds. The hard, cool metal of his tongue ring felt like a shockwave. I cried out from the overwhelming ecstasy of it, undulating my hips for that extra friction.

Roman traced every soaking wet inch of my pussy with his tongue, making wanton sweeps through my folds, teasing my entrance, and then landing back on my clit again to give it extra attention. The piercing struck my sensitive nerves like it was made just to get me off. I was panting, my voice coming out without my brain’s permission as I begged Roman to let me come.

“Please,” I pleaded, and then Roman groaned as he sucked my clit between his lips. The vibration, the pressure, the perfect heat of his tongue contrasted with the cool metal of his piercing—together, it brought my second orgasm crashing down in another few seconds that felt like an eternity.

It was so much more intense than the first. A tsunami of sensation that had me crying out louder than I’d ever allowed myself before. My whole body shook, my legs twitching, and I felt that Roman was the only thing keeping me together—his strong hands holding my legs as he kept licking and sucking me, prolonging the pleasure. I was almost sobbing when the waves finally subsided, and my body was like a ragdoll. That wasperfect for me, for Roman too, as he found a way to get me out of the chair, out of the last of my clothes. Next thing I knew, I was completely naked, my back on a cold table that once held refreshments for the team, and Roman was standing before me, his hard cock in his hand.

Just like the rest of him, his erect dick was so fuckingpretty.Thick, long, elegantly smooth but for the prominent vein that ran underneath it, making my mouth water. His black pubic hair, his perfect balls that hung low and full…God, if I’d ever wondered if men were worth all the bullshit that came with dating them, this picture would be the proof. Here was a perfect male specimen, his face glistening withmyjuices, and I was about to have him inside me.

And I hadn’t even had to sit through an awkward dinner first.

“Tell me you want this cock, Rachel,” Roman told me, almost like he was reassuring himself that I was on board with all this. As if I’d say no now after he’d already made me come twice. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, and I’ll give it to you the way you deserve. Hard, fast, and rough.” His voice was hoarse, his own lust making his self-control waver. There was nothing sexier than the knowledge that I had Roman Jett this weak—I hadn’t even touched him, but he really had worked at my pleasure like it was a job he took seriously.

“I want it,” I told him. For once, my voice was firm, as was my resolve. Maybe if we got what we both wanted, we could both move on—get back to our jobs, our lives. That thought only further convinced me there was no other answer butyes, yes, yes.“I want your cock inside me. Ineedyou to fuck me, Roman.”

Instantly, he stepped closer, reaching for me. I sat up to meet him, our mouths crashing together again, letting me taste myself as he positioned the tip of his hardness at my dripping entrance. Even the tip felt incredible, and I edged closer to him so my ass was almost off the edge of the table. Roman swore, and I gaspedloudly when he didn’t wait another second, thrusting his hips forward and slamming himself home inside me.

Fuck, I was full, and it felt like everything I’d ever wanted. Roman stretched me just right, and as my inner muscles clenched, pulling him in further, he started to move, fucking me hard and fast like he’d promised. I felt my tits bounce with his thrusts, my highly sensitive nipples brushing against his chest and adding to the sensation of it all.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Roman told me as he fucked me, his hands gripping me hard around the waist. “Perfect. So wet, so right for me. This ismyfucking pussy,” he growled, throwing in a sharp slap where my thigh met my ass. Fuck, that was hot.

“Yes,” I agreed without thinking, panting out my next words. “Fuck, I’m so close again. I’m—I’m gonna come,” I said, almost astonished that the tight, hot feeling was cresting inside me again so soon.

“Fuck yeah you are. Gotta give this perfect pussy everything it wants,” Roman proclaimed, and I could see that he was grinning, that wolfish way I’d found so annoyingly tempting before. “It’s so good, it deserves to come all over my cock.”

Now, his hand slid down my stomach to find my clit again. All the while, he continued with his powerful thrusts, slamming inside me again and again. Roman used two strong fingers to rub hard, fast circles into my clit, right over the hood, while his hard cock found the spot inside me that heightened the pleasure even more.

I could feel his own need to come in the way his rhythm threatened to falter, the way his muscles tensed and his brow screwed up in concentration. But he had an athlete’s discipline, and plenty of experience in the bedroom to boot. He wouldn’t finish until I came again, and suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to feel him come apart deep inside me at the same time as I reached my third orgasm.

“I’m coming,” I felt myself whisper-scream as the spasms began, my inner walls clenching, milking Roman’s cock as hard as they could. Christ, it was agony and bliss at once, and that only became more true when Roman moaned aloud and let himself fall over the edge with me. His hot seed filled me up, the involuntary jerks of his cock syncing near perfectly with my own twitching muscles. I slumped forward against Roman’s hard chest, utterly spent and satiated, still riding out the aftershocks of our mutual climax. He held me against his body, swearing quietly in my ear.

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