Page 11 of Bad Santas

I nod, that’s it, undulating my hips to solidify my point.

“Good, ‘cause Daddy’s going to fill that pretty little cunt up with so much cum, it’s gonna seep from your pores,” he growls. “Lift up, baby, and sit on my cock.”

I almost spontaneously combust right there, and for a fleeting moment, I’m expecting to finally wake up. As real as this all feels, there’s no way I’m not dreaming. Still, I oblige without protest, willing my brain to just allow meoneexplosive orgasm before pulling me back into the depths of reality.

The gasp that leaves me upon fully impaling myself is otherworldly. My head lolls back and all, a ragged moan breaking free almost immediately after. “Yes,” I hiss, relishing the welcome stretch. “So good. You feel so good.”

Nick chuckles and locks his arms around my waist, my body falling flush against his chest. “You haven’t felt anything yet, sweetheart.”

And then he’s railing me—not an ounce of restraint to be found.

This isn’t your husband making love to you for five minutes before you do your skincare routine. This is pure, carnal, animalistic fucking. Skin slapping, his groans combined with my moans; the world around us dissolves into nothing. At one point, I squeeze my eyes so tightly, I’m surprised a blood vessel doesn’t pop. I can barely breathe, my cervix screaming from the assault, but God…

It hurts so fucking good.

“You”—thrust—”take”—thrust—”me”—thrust—“so”—thrust—“well”, he grunts, tacking on a rough, heavy-handed slap to my ass. “So fucking well. You’re such a good girl, Noelle.”

I haven’t even come yet and I could die happy right now. The way these men praise me feeds my kink in ways no man has before. My last ex thought it was weird and before him, I was too shy to admit what I wanted in the bedroom. But with them?They just knew—as though it were an instinct ingrained deep in their psyches.

Idly, I can make out another set of groans from somewhere beside us, yet for as much as I wanna look, as much as I wanna see Klaus and Jack pleasuring themselves to the sight of their father balls deep in my pussy, I can’t open my eyes. I don’t even have the strength to lift my head from the warm crook of Nick’s neck. He smells so good, too, like sandalwood and pine beneath a heady layer of sweat and sex, which only heightens the effects of his onslaught, dazing me in entirety.

A few more pumps and I’mthere,those familiar tingles building at the base of my spine. “Right there, right there, right there. I’m gonna come!” I belt out, bracing myself for impact as those same tingles burst and disperse through my being. I’d have thought it impossible, but Nick ramps it up and goes into ravage mode, thrusting up and into me wildly until I’m free-falling into euphoria. He’s not far behind, either, from the breathyfuckthat slips past his lips. I’m waiting for the moment he stops and holds me down on his cock, but he keeps on, forcing me to ride out the wave of my orgasm and nearly thrusting me into another.

I say nearly because I’ve barely come down from the high when someone grabs hold of the lights around my arms and rolls me over like a rag doll. If I wasn’t bound, my back would be flat to a hard chest. Instead, I’m arched backward, breathing ragged, my legs trembling. Nevertheless, this must be exactly what he wanted—whoever he is—because a mere breath later, athick, rigid monster stretches me out in one fluid thrust.

Klaus.

There’s no second-guessing it.

“Hey, kitty,” he purrs, locking a hand around my neck while the other takes a detour between my legs. “I’d apologize for the intrusion, but the old man had you long enough.”

The pad of his middle finger circles my clit then and I swear I almost come on the spot, my pussy still pulsing from the aftershocks of Nick’s pounding.I feel every ridge, every goddamn vein stroking my insides as he pummels into me.

“She’s leaking, brother,” Jack hisses quietly. “I wish you could see it.”

Klaus makes this appreciative sound in the back of his throat as he sucks on my neck and tightens his hold on me, his nails digging into my skin. “Don’t waste a single drop. Shove it back in where it belongs. I want her brimming with all of us by the time we’re done.”

Oh, my fucking God…

“What’s wrong, kitty cat? he chuckles, restricting my airway with purpose. “Too dirty for you?”

Clearly, that thought wasn’t limited to the confines of my mind. I shake my head to the best of my ability—which isn’t much beneath the strength of his grip—and shiver as Jack’s palms smooth up my thighs.

“I have a better idea…” Determined fingers find their way to where his brother and I connect, lingering long enough to collect what he needs and head south.

There’s no build-up or a gentle work-in.No.Jack slides one digit into my ass with such gusto, we both groan at the same damn time. But he doesn’t stop there. I’m still seeing stars from the added pleasure when he plunges the next one in and finger fucks me like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do with his life.

Between Klaus hitting the deepest part of me, the way he rubs my clit, and now Jack going ham on my ass—it’s sensation overload. I’m catapulted up release mountain in seconds flat, feral, uncontrollable moans bursting out of me and breaking through the silence of the house. It’s almost too much…

And yet somehow not enough.

I want more.

“Think she can fit both of us?” Klaus inquires after a beat.

“Definitely. This little hole is sucking me in. It wants more.”

“I don’t mean her ass, brother…”

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