Page 10 of Bad Santas

I nod—almost a little too desperately—wanting nothing more than to feed his desires much in the same way they’re feeding mine. “Whatever Santa wants, Santa can have.”

“Mmm.” He tugs me closer, the tension of the lights cutting off my air supply enough to leave me dazed as he claims my lips in a brutal kiss. “Then wet my cock with that hot little mouth. Slick it up real good so it slides through.”

He hasn’t even released me yet and I’m already sealing an eager hand around his shaft, swallowing him down like my life depends on it. When the head hits the back of my throat, I don’t withdraw, purposely leaving it there for the rush of saliva that spews from my mouth every time I gag.

On the last and final round, I’m hyper aware of the fact Jack has joined in, too. I can’t see him, but Ifeelhim spreading my ass cheeks, his tongue expertly rimming the hole.

“Oh, fuck,” I puff out, bowing forward just slightly at the rush of pleasure from having two mouths on me at once.

It’s unreal, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Every few beats, their tongues meet in the middle, probing my slit teasingly, before starting back the way they came. I’m so enthralled by their effortless teamwork, I don’t even realize Nick’s ramped up again until swaps his grip on the leash for the roots of my hair and tugs my head downward. A breath later, his cock slips through the swells of my titsand into my mouth.

“Oh, that’s a gorgeous sight,” he muses on a groan. “A two for one special.”

I’m no stranger to men’s obsession with titty fucking. It comes with the territory of having more than a handful. All my ex-boyfriends loved it, too, yet somehow, every past experience pales in comparison to the absolute filth of this moment. I’m insanely turned on, and I don’t know if it’s because he’s added my mouth to the mix or the simple fact there’s also two mencurrently eating me out, but I wish I could film this and add it to the spank bank for a rainy day.

“So fucking beautiful. Such a good-fucking-girl, too.” A grunt. Another thrust. “Taking every inch of Daddy’s cock.”

“Inside,” I manage when he withdraws from my lips, my gaze flicking up to his awaiting blues. “I want you inside me.”

Nick smirks knowingly at my request, the colorful lights of the tree painting an almost sinister expression on his fine face. Between the chase, sucking their cocks, and having my pussy expertly eaten by two brothers, I’m worked up to the point of no return. I need to be filled.

Need to come until I pass the fuck out.

“Is our good girl ready to get fucked?” he husks out, slowing his pace as he continues working his cock through my tits.

“Yes.” I nod wildly. “Yes, please.”

A hand touches down on my ass one, two, three times, followed by an appeased hum. “So polite,” Jack says, rubbing out the sting. Then another slap promptly rings out. “Can’t deny her when she asked so nicely, old man.”

“I wasn’t planning to, son,” Nick counters. “Here… Wrap the lights around her arms.”

“Gladly,” Jack concedes, the baneful grin spreading his lips utterly palpable. Two seconds later, a fist curls into my hair, roughly tugging at the roots, and whips me backward against his hard body. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Little Red. Are you gonna be our good little slut and let us fill you at the same time?”

“Oh, God, please—yes.” I don’t recognize my voice as I stare up into those crystalline orbs. “I need all of you.”

“Need, huh?” he chuckles.

“She’s not lying, brother,” Klaus murmurs from beneath me, slurping and sucking at my clit. “She’s dripping on my tongue.”

I shudder against Jack, eyes rolling to the back of my head as his brother shoots me closer and closer to the precipice of myorgasm. A little more and I’ll fall right over the edge into sweet oblivion. “Klaus…” I breathe out, a less than meek whimper bubbling forth as Jack tweaks one of my nipples. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“He’s going to.” That comes from Nick as he ambles around the couch. “Because if anyone is making you come first—it’s me.”

EIGHT

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By the timeNick plants his ass on the couch, Jack has the lights uncoiled from my neck and wound around my arms, firmly locking them behind my back.

“How do you want her, Daddy Dearest?” he questions, pulling me off of his brother and onto my feet.

It’s a damn good thing he’s got me in a tight hold, otherwise I’d tumble to the ground. My knees are like jello blobs right now.

“Right on my lap,” Nick replies, patting the empty space in a similar fashion to when he was Santa on that throne in the “workshop”.

In a wordless, speedy motion, Jack shoves me onto his father. The man catches me effortlessly, curling a hand around my throat, his mouth going straight for my nipples. I’m shot right back up the edge again, squirming in place as his cock presses against my stomach, teasing me with just how deep he’ll hit once I’m fully seated.

“You ready?” Nick murmurs, dragging his tongue up my sternum, along my neck, his teeth embedding themselves into my bottom lip.

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