Page 30 of Santa's Pucking Hat Trick

“Tell me no,” Wes gritted out from behind me. I felt the hard, hot head of his cock tracing the line of my ass, then lower. My pulse was racing. “Tell me you don’t want me to plunge myself into your sweet pussy, Rachel, and I won’t do it. Tell me to stop.”

Not a chance. The professionalism ship had sailed. There was nothing in my mind but Wes when I said again, “Please, Wes. I need you to fuck me.”

The swear he let out under his breath was so delightfully filthy compared to his usual boy-next-door energy that I almost laughed. But that instinct disappeared the second Wes positioned himself at my entrance, not hesitating as he thrust forward and plunged himself deep into my pussy for the first time.

I cried out when he was fully seated inside me. It was so good, such a perfect tight fit, so deep that my brain could have melted away entirely and I wouldn’t have cared. He held himself there, sheathed all the way to the hilt, my ass flush with his hips, for a long, painful moment. “Christ, you’re—you’re so tight, Rachel. I don’t know how I’ll hold on.”

“You said you would,” I reminded him breathlessly. I gripped the edge of my desk with white knuckles, arching my back to get him even deeper. Maybe start up a little friction even though Iknew that would only make things harder for him. “You said you wouldn’t come without me.”

“Fuck,” he hissed out, and just that challenge seemed to be enough to fortify his resolve. His big hands anchored themselves on my waist, holding tight as he pulled back, preparing to thrust.

It took him a minute to find a good rhythm, but every movement inside me was exquisite. He really was longer than Roman had been, reaching my G-spot more easily with the slight upward curve of his cock. And as he fucked me, I felt that no matter how carnal this was, how heated and full of raw lust, there was something sweeter about it too. The care with which he handled me, combing a hand through my hair and skating it gently down my back. The perfect amount of pressure he applied as he thrust, not riding me so hard that I’d bruise, but giving me everything I wanted.

I felt absolutely worshipped, even though I’d intended to worshiphim.

“You feel so good,” I gasped out, reminding Wes that I was here with him in mind, in heart, in body. “So, so right inside me. I could stay like this forever.” At that exact moment, his stroke struck my G-spot in such a way that I had to gasp, the sound turning into a moan when he did it again, and again, and again.

“God, Rachel,” he moaned, and that sure sounded heavenly to me. “I wish you could see—it’s such a pretty sight. Your perfect ass. The way you’re so wet, you’re practically dripping. And the way my cock slides in”—he thrust forward slowly, teasingly, but deep enough to make me whimper—“and out of you,” he went on, pulling back so that only his tip was inside and I was desperate to be full again, pushing my ass back toward him and making him laugh. “Yeah, that looks good.Youlook good. Perfect.”

“I want to see it,” I half sobbed, even as the idea of not being bent over this desk right now sounded like torture. He couldget so deep this way, and there was something sexy about the inherent submission in the position. Still, I couldn’t get past the idea. “I wanna see how you stretch me, fill me. I want the world to see it.”

And with that thought, so brazenly unlike me and my usual need to linger on the sidelines, another thought occurred to me.

Wes thrust forward again, his next couple of thrusts picking up speed, and the sweetness of it only fueled my desire. A desire to claim him as mine. To show everyone what they were missing when they overlooked him.

To showSharonthat she couldn’t fucking touch him anymore.

“Get your phone,” I begged Wes, even as he was fucking me. It was so hard to speak with him plunging into me so well, but I needed this. “R-record it. The way you’re filling me. We need it.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Wes said, and one of his hands left my body, delving into his pocket for his phone. He stopped, holding himself still in my wetness for a moment as he got the camera ready. “Fuck.Fuck.Look at us, Rach.”

We didn’t want to separate, but I did want to see. With his help, I pulled myself up so I was propped on my hands, arms extended. Wes reached a long arm around to show me the photo he’d taken—my ass, full and round, parted enough that there was just a glimpse of my soaked, pink pussy. And then there was a glimpse of his cock buried in me, the golden hair at the base, those hip bones I should have bitten while I was going down on him.Next time.

“You fit perfectly,” I told Wes. “Now, video. Please—we need the proof that I wanted you,stillwant you this bad. Prove Sharon wrong.”

Wes gasped. “Shit, Rachel. You…you mean?”

“She needs to know you’re not hers to control anymore,” I bit out. I turned over my shoulder just enough that he could see myexpression, deadly serious and full of protective determination. “That you’re sexy and confident, and you can get better pussy than her any day. That women come apart when you touch them, and she’ll never, ever have that perfect cock of yours—any part of you—again.”

Wes bit his lip, but he nodded hard, and he positioned the camera at that same delicious angle. Our faces wouldn’t be visible, nor would any identifying features. But Sharon would know whose cock that was, whose cum would drip down my inner thighs when we were finished, and she’d get some small fraction of what she fucking deserved for breaking Wes down.

Just knowing that we were going to be watched, that this act was one of Wes taking back his power at the same time as it was a manifestation of our mutual lust and trust, made the sex all the sweeter. Wes found a perfect, satisfying rhythm of thrusts again in no time, and my moans filled the room, along with the wet, pounding sounds of his fucking me. Wes told me more sweetly praising things, leaving out my name for the video’s sake, but we both knew whose pussy he was inside.

“I’m so close,” he gasped out soon, though he used his athletic discipline to keep up his steady pace. “You’ve gotta come for me, love. Play with your clit if you need to. I want you to come again.”

The second I did slide my hand underneath me to press into my clit, I was practically there. He was filling me up so well, I probably could have come without touching myself at all with a little more time. But Wes needed to finish, and we both wanted me to find the highest possible pleasure, so in seconds, with my fingers stroking my clit in time with Wes’s thrusts, I was crying out in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Wes!” I let out as my inner muscles clenched hard around his cock, my entire body jerking as I milked him for every last drop. He thrust again, twice, three times, and then he wasfinishing inside me, groaning as his cock twitched and I felt his hot cum deep within.

It took us a while to recover enough for Wes to pull out of me, and even then, I wished we could stay connected. But we found our way back into the same chair as before, me snuggling naked into his lap even as his cum leaked out, down my inner thighs. While he held me to his chest, I whispered into his ear.

“Do you believe me now? Do you believe that you’re sexy as hell, and that I just camethathard all overyourperfect cock? That I was thinking only of you as you were deep inside me?”

Wes nodded slowly, his eyes closed. I took his phone from his hand. And with his permission and the passcode he told me, I sent the video to the contact labeledSharon Farley.The red X next to her name made me smile.

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