Page 8 of Bad Santas

Nick glances down to where I’ve sealed my fingers, then back up to meet my gaze. “Strip her, boys. Warm her up. She has to be freezing.”

Neither one of his kin protest. Jack immediately drops to his haunches as Klaus releases me and lowers his weapon. One peels off my sopping wet socks while the other makes quick work of whipping the long sleeve shirt over my head. Nick slips out of his coat, too, tossing it onto the floor unceremoniously.

My jaw tumbles along with it. He’s the definition of a silver fox, as hard-lined and sculpted as I’d imagined back at the party, in that lean, sleeper body kind of way. By the time he’s in my breathing space, locking both hands around my throat, I’m standing there completely bared.

Not a stitch of clothing shielding me from their hungered stares.

I should feel embarrassed, insecure even from all the extra swells and rolls society doesn’t want me to have. But neither emotion is anywhere to be found.Iwantthem to look. To touch.

To take.

“Me first, yeah?” Nick muses.

I nod as he constricts my breathing the tiniest bit, but not before reaching up to pull down his mask. That lopsided smirk instantly comes out to play, though it doesn’t last very long. He goes in for the kill and fuses our lips together before my brain fully processes it. Commanding and persistent, I can do nothing but faithfully follow and open as his tongue demands entrance into my awaiting mouth.

“Goddamn,” I hear from beneath me, wayward fingers sliding through my pussy lips. “I just need one taste to hold me off. She has such a pretty pussy.”

Klaus hums at the admission and helps himself to two handfuls of my ass, spreading them apart. “This little asshole is just as pretty, brother. Can’t wait to feel her stretching out around us both.”

My eyes flywideopen at his choice of words, drawing out a husky laugh from Nick’s chest as he eases back and takes in the expression now plastered on my face. “They think they’re hot shit. Wait till Daddy slides in that pussy. You’ll forget all about them.”

Oh, my God, he just said Dad?—

“Unlikely, old man,” comes from a mirthful Klaus with a purposeful slap to my ass. “She’ll remember my cock long after you’re done with her.”

“We’ll see about that,” Nick counters. “Now go on, be a good girl and get on your knees. Would hate to have to kill you when you’re such a tasty little thing.”

Holy fuck, here we go…

I’ve never moved faster, gracefully falling to my knees before them. My mouth pools with saliva as I flick my gaze upwards, the boys still rocking their masks while my sexy Santa hits me with that sideways curl of his lips.

How is this real life? I’m still not fully convinced it is, certain that at any given moment, I’ll wake up and this will have been nothing more than a vivid dream.

For now, though, it’s real, especially when they withdraw three delicious cocks in one synchronized move. Klaus is the biggest and thickest by far, the bulbous tip pierced on its sides. Nick and Jack seem comparable, the perfect fit kind of cocks, though Nick’s has a deeper curve that already has my G-spot thrumming impatiently.

“Open,” Nick commands, the deep register of his voice springing me into action.

Laying my tongue out, I peer up at them beneath my lashes, and no sooner find myself with three fat heads fighting for entrance. Is this what power feels like? Knelt at the altar of three virulent gods, all of them eager for the pleasure only your mouth can unleash?

Exhilarated and determined, I lap at them from side to side, offering small nibbles and loving scrapes of my teeth before moving onto the next. This goes on for a beat or two before I finally settle on Nick and lock my lips around his rigid shaft. The boys aren’t forgotten, though. I seal my hands around their lengths, working them in time with my mouth fawning overtheir dad. Over and over again, I take Nick as far back as I can, consciously aware of the fact there’s no way I’m fitting any of them to the back of my throat.

Or so I thought…

One moment I’m setting the pace, slow and steady, and the next—I’m choking, sputtering. I have zero seconds to adjust, much less accept the onslaught. My gag reflex engages on repeat, tears spilling free from my eyes as saliva drips from the corners of my mouth and falls onto the swells of my breasts.

“That’s it. Just like that. Such a good-fucking-girl,” Nick grits through his teeth, lips curled in a concentrated snarl as he fucks my mouth without reserve.

Unluckily for him, his sons don’t excel in the art of patience. All too soon, Jack fights his way for the front seat, wrapping my hair around his fist to yank me into his orbit. I literally pop off Nick and in nothing short of a breath have Jack’s cock sliding along my tongue. He tugs down his mask for the first time, allowing me to see as handsome of a face as his father’s and a wicked grin in tow. “My turn, Little Red. Hope you’re ready for me.”

Yes, sir.

I don’t resist even a little. Not that I did with his dad, but I fully relax for him, opening my throat as wide as I can manage—and he takes full advantage. Like Nick, there’s no slow-building crescendo. He goes all in, both hands cupped around my head as he pistons into my mouth and takes what he wants. The gagging sounds shooting out of me have the other two grunting and falling weak under my grip. One of them disappears at some point, but it’s a fleeting moment of recognition.

Until suddenly—everything stops.

Jack releases me, and as I inhale heaps of precious air into my lungs, twin rivers leaking down my cheeks, Klaus takes his brother’s place, a strip of Christmas lights coiled in his grip.Towering above me, he runs the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip before squeezing my jaw in his entire hand. The force alone puckers my lips. “How is it that you’re such a good girl, but you belong at the top of the naughty list?”

I couldn’t answer if I tried, especially when he sets a slap to my face, the sound resounding through the virtually silent house.

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