Page 48 of Santa's Pucking Hat Trick

Oh, fuck yes. I hadn’t tasted Roman’s cock yet, and the thought of getting to suck him while I rode Wes, while Sawyer, who was sprawled on the bed like a king, his huge erection held in his hand, watched it all play out…it was exactly what I needed.

Wes sat beside Sawyer, propped up against the pillows so he could see everything that was about to play out. With Roman’s help, I got into position—my back to Wes, my pussy dripping above his cock, waiting for me to sink down on it. I felt two different hands come up to massage my ass, Wes on one side, Sawyer gripping me hard on the other, both of them spreading me. Then Roman spread out in front of me, a tattooed feast, and waved at me to play out the plan.

I had to taste Roman’s cock immediately. I scrambled forward on my hands to reach for him, opening my mouth beforeI was even close enough to reach. He laughed, but then I was sinking my mouth onto him in an eager, wet suck, and Roman’s abdomen tensed. He gave a delicious groan.

God, he was good. Thicker than Wes, though not as long, so he filled my mouth perfectly and would be the perfect length to just nudge the back of my throat. I moaned wantonly as I sucked him, bobbing my head in a fast, erratic rhythm, desperate for this. I’d never loved sucking cock more than I did with these three men. It made me feel powerful. It had my clit throbbing with need.

“You’re forgetting something, baby,” Roman told me, his tone surprisingly cool for how hard I was trying to make him come apart. “You’ve got to ride his cock too. No slacking. Spread that pussy for Wes.”

Fuck.I moaned again, louder this time, and reluctantly released Roman from my mouth so I could focus on Wes again. I adjusted so that I could reach both cocks at once, and then I was gripping Wes at the base again, guiding him to my slick entrance.

“Gorgeous,” Sawyer growled from beside me, still massaging my ass hard. He helped me guide myself down, down, until I was fully enveloping Wes, his entire length buried inside me. “You take cock like a pro, Rachel. Can’t wait to stretch you wide myself.”

I moaned as I started to rock, giving me and Wes the friction we both needed. I relished the way he moaned alongside me, lacking all self-consciousness in this. I wanted to hear his pleasure again and again. Not forgetting about Roman, though, his cock still wet from my mouth and standing at attention in front of me, I leaned forward, keeping Wes deep in my pussy while I sucked Roman between my lips once again.

It was pure heaven. Being filled with two of my men at once, feeling the power of taking control of their pleasure as well asmine. I felt like a goddess. Their cherished, beloved girl—the owner of their bodies, and somewhere deep inside, I knew I owned their hearts too. Even if they didn’t know it yet.

The only way this could be better was if I had Sawyer’s cock too. I needed all three at once. I felt greedy. Voracious. He wouldn’t fit in my ass, I was sure, and this position was too good for me to move into a better one anyway. But my hand blindly started to grope behind me, looking for that thick shaft, needing to feel it pulse with his need for me.

Sawyer laughed behind me, seeing what I was doing. “Look at her, guys. Filled with two cocks, and she’s still looking for more.”

“Gotta love her enthusiasm,” Roman gritted out. He was thrusting up into my throat now, tugging my hair in a delicious sting as he chased his orgasm. “Christ, baby. You really want me to come down your throat?”

I moaned, not sure if I wanted that more or if I’d prefer him in my pussy, even in my ass. But Sawyer didn’t give me the chance to really decide, because then his strong grip moved up to my waist and he was pulling me away from both men, making Wes cry out as I slid off his cock.

“You’ll get yours, Robbins,” Sawyer growled. “I need this pussy now.”

I was a ragdoll, completely in his control after I’d just been the one in charge. Fire blazed in Sawyer’s eyes, and his jaw was set, tight under his beard. He held my gaze as he gave orders to all of us. “Rachel, sweetheart, you’re gonna do what Roman said and ride my cock, now. But I think you want more than just that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I agreed quietly. “I want it all. Everything.” I looked to my right, into the blue eyes of the man I’d just been fucking, his cheeks flushed and his body rigid. “Please, give me more.”

“Rome, get the lube. Top drawer on the left.”

Oh, I loved this idea, and I loved the power Sawyer was exhibiting. He was all man, with his huge cock so hard for me and that broad chest covered in thick red hair I couldn’t resist touching. I slid my wet pussy against the underside of his cock, just a little since he was still holding me hard enough that I couldn’t move much, begging him to go ahead and come inside. He grinned.

“You’ll ride me in a second, sweetheart. Let Roman get your ass ready, first.”

“We’ll fill you up right, baby girl,” Roman breathed at my back. I heard the squeeze of the lube, felt his fingers slide coolly between my ass cheeks. “Get you all the way full, like you need.”

And in another few seconds, maybe hours, that was exactly what they did.

Roman stretched my ass wider than Wes had at the guest house, so it took more time for the sting to subside. But then he was fucking into me hard from behind, and he and Sawyer together guided my pussy down onto Sawyer’s cock too. I cried out when I was first full of them both, and Wes moving in to lick and suck my nipple between his lips only heightened it more. I couldn’t move, not on my own, so Roman fucked me hard from behind while Sawyer fucked up into me. Soon, the pace became too much for Wes to keep up, so he settled back against the pillows again, masturbating slowly as he watched us.

I was completely at their mercy. And though they’d said before that I wasn’t allowed to come yet, that I could until I’d ridden all of their cocks—right now, it felt like Roman was ridingme—I couldn’t help it. The pleasure was too much, the synchronization of their rhythms hitting every pleasure point in my body at once. I screamed as I came harder than I ever had, shaking violently and twitching around the two cocks inside me.

Roman surprised me by following me over the edge. He let out a carnal sound, almost his own yell, as he pulled himselfout of my ass and spurted hot cum all over my ass cheeks. I fell forward, sticky and sweaty, chest to chest with Sawyer while my inner muscles still spasmed and I whimpered through the end of my orgasm. I was unable to keep up the rhythm, but he stayed hard inside me.

“Jesus, baby, your little ass was so tight, and you came so hard, you made me blow my load early for the first time since I was fifteen,” Roman said, laughing as he got off the bed. “Let me clean you up.”

He came back soon with a wet washcloth, which he used to wipe his seed off my skin. He kissed the side of my neck as he did it, and the act was so sweet and caring that I almost thought I’d heard him wrong when he said, “Even though that was such a goddamn good sight, you still came too fast, baby. Now, Wes gets to spank you.”

I was surprised by how excited Wes seemed at this prospect. He was so gentle, so sweet, that I almost worried he’d be too afraid of hurting me. But when I looked into his blue eyes again, his pupils were blown with lust, and he licked his lips. I whimpered, looking forward to his hands being on me again.

“After I fill her pussy up,” Sawyer growled, though. “I’ve waited long enough.”

His cock twitched inside me to illustrate his point. And just that small movement, the reminder of how wide I was stretched, how good Sawyer felt, had me itching to come apart again around his cock. It was impressive that he held off so long, that even Roman Jett, the sex god, had finished first—but Sawyer had always been the most disciplined. I sat up and started to ride him without another second’s hesitation, willing my noodle legs into a second wind as I kissed him hard.

“God, Rach, you’re always so ready,” Sawyer growled, pulling away from my mouth. He leaned in to nip at my breast instead,and I yelped, riding him harder. “Look how pretty she rides me, boys.”

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