Page 9 of Bad Santas

Gentle yet purposeful. Goading in a way that draws matching smiles slowly across our faces. Every single word in my vocabulary disappears and all I can center on is the way he fists his thick cock. How I want to feel himandthat piercing in my mouth.

“She definitely likes it rough,” Jack husks out from somewhere beside us.

Nick agrees with a simple hum, I think, but the next thing I know, Klaus wraps the string of lights around my neck. They’re loose enough to breathe, but tight enough I know I’ll have bulb-shaped indents when this is all said and done. All the while, Nick and Jack prowl around us, those devious smirks playing on their lips as they watch Klaus subdue me.

I can’t help but wonder in that moment… Do they do this often? Hunt women in the middle of the night and share them to their heart’s content?

Or is this really just amething?

An indulgent little seed I planted in Nick’s head and now we’re going off the deep-end together because we’re all a little twisted in our own ways.

I’d like to think they’ve never shared before, that I’m their first joint conquest, their little ho, ho, ho.

“Saved the best for last…” Pleased with his handiwork, Klaus falls onto the couch and tugs on the lights like a leash. Hard. “Crawl, kitty—and put my cock in your mouth.”

SEVEN

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I’m crawling.

To a man.

On my hands and knees.

With a festive as fuck leash around my neck.

This is the part where I finally wake up, right?

Either that or I’m going to fall flat on my face because Klaus just pulled down his mask and shrugged out of his robe, andholy shit… He’s beautiful—in that tall, dark, and intimidating way, like he’s the exact type of man you’d find hidden beneath a mask. Unlike Nick, a sleeve of tattoos adorns the left side of his body, and although I don’t spot any covering his torso, now I’m really eager to see what else lies beneath those gray sweatpants.

Slithering up between his legs, I push onto my palms and use the girls to my advantage, taunting him with their presence. Those clear greens snap down to where they jut out for him, lingering for a moment before another tug of the leash drops me into his breathing space. The way he looks at me screams nothing short ofI’m going to eat you alive—and I’m here for it.

Teeth catching my bottom lip, he draws me in closer and licks hungrily into my mouth. I open for him the same way I did Nick, barely withholding myself from climbing into his lap.

“Mmm, so sweet,” he murmurs, fingers pinching at my nipples teasingly. “Yet such a dirty little mouth.”

“It’s supposed to be on your cock,” I remind him, “Or did you want to skip to the part where you stuff my stocking instead?”

‘Cause I’d be down for that…

Klaus chuckles softly against my lips and shakes his head. “Oh, that stocking will be stuffedfullby the night’s end,I promise you, but what I really want is for you to sit on my face. I cansmellyou, how wet and ready you are after Daddy and my little brother fucked your pretty little face. I want a taste of that pussy.”

Nick sidles up behind the couch then and crooks two beckoning fingers. “Climb up and sit on his face, baby. Give Daddy that mouth again.”

Okay, I lied—nowis the moment I’ve never moved faster. Klaus wastes zero time, either, releasing his hold on the leash. I’ve not even gotten one knee up before he slinks to the floor between my legs and lays his head back on the cushion. Warm palms slide up the span of my thighs, guiding me upwards the rest of the ways. His tongue barely swipes through my pussy lips when Nick winds the string of lights around his fist and yanks me toward him.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He flashes me a Colgate-endorsed smile.

“Hi,” I breathe, propping all my weight onto my elbows.

“Is this what you wanted? How you envisioned it?”

“It’s better,” I moan, slowly rolling my hips against his son’s skilled mouth in bliss. “So much better.”

“Only the best for our good girl,” he coos, gently slapping his cock against my breasts. “Are you going to be thebestgirl and let Santa fuck these beautiful tits?”

Oh, my God…

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