Page 13 of Bad Santas

You can feel when a man comes, period.

But when there’s two?

The throbbing is so much more intense.

“Ah, fuck,” Klaus groans, bear hugging me in place as he and his brother paint my walls brighter than a white Christmas.

I think I black out a little bit, or perhaps I’m merely too lightheaded to focus on what follows. My brain registers the boys lifting me up and undoing the lights. Jack kisses me, too, I think. And the next thing I know, I’m on the couch and he’s beneath me, his head poised on the armrest.

His deep-seated chuckle is what brings me back, thumb running along the apple of my cheek. “You all tuckered out, Little Red, or can Santa get one last taste?”

“One more.” I press my lips to his, the sweat-tipped strands of my hair falling around us like a veil. “You didn’t get me to just yourself yet.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He smiles against my lips, peppering a trail down my neck.

“Don’t get too attached to it, son. This pert little ass is mine,” Nick throws out, rubbing the swells in question.

“And Klaus?” I ask, because no one’s getting left out this time.

We’re ending this thing with abang.

I don’t give a damn how tired I am.

“You owe me that mouth, kitty,” his voice booms as he emerges from the shadows. “So this works out perfectly. Say ‘ahhh’.”

Oh, I do. I roll my tongue out like the red-fucking-carpet, never once breaking eye contact.

The wicked glimmer of approval in his green eyes could be seen from a mile away. “Such a fucking good girl,” he groans, rubbing the pierced tip just past the point of my teeth. “So perfect.”

“Perfect for us,” Jack agrees beneath me, sliding into my pussy with ease.

And they’re perfect for me.

I wince just slightly as he fills me to the hilt, knowing damn well I’m going to ache all over when they’re finally done with me, but recover in time to brace myself for Nick. He’s the only one left. If I wasn’t seconds away from Klaus’ cock driving down my throat, I’d look back to ensure he’s still there.

“You ready for me, sweet girl?” he questions as if reading my mind, quirking the corners of my mouth.

“The look on her face says yes,Dad,”Klaus relays wickedly.

A glob of saliva.

That’s it.

That’s all he uses to push the head in, then the rest of his length.

I gasp around the mouthful muffling my cries and breathe through the initial burn. Once he’s in there, though…Fuck.It’s a different type of full. Stretched out but evenly distributed, allowing for more friction.

More depth.

“Is this what you wanted for Christmas, Noelle?” Nick asks again, delivering several slaps to my ass. “Did the masked men fantasy meet your expectations?”

Popping off Klaus’ length, I glance back at him for a split-second. “My answer remains the same. It’s so much better.”

Though better doesn’t seem like enough of a word because when we all fall apart just a few minutes later, I actuallydoblackout. And the last thing I remember before succumbing to the darkness is how I never woke up.

And how dream or not… this was the Best Christmas ever.

TEN

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