Page 55 of Christmas with Three Cowboys

He kisses me again, even harder, his lips crushing mine. “That’s not how you respond. How do you respond when I give you an order, Melissa?”

For a few seconds, all I can do is blink slowly as I try to catch my breath. Something is definitely different between us. The atmosphere feels loaded with a new kind of heat, flames blazing and licking at my senses as I peer deep into the darkened, tourmaline pools of his eyes. Colton and Mitch wait, thumbs hooked into their jeans pockets and hunger dripping from their gazes.

I welcome this thrill.

It takes every semblance of control away from me, which is, oddly enough, precisely what I seem to need in this moment.

“Yes, sir,” I say, giddy with anticipation.

“Good girl,” Ethan replies. “Now, undress.”

“Yes, sir,” I say it again, almost smiling.

Slowly, I unbutton my pajama shirt. My matching green pants join it on the floor, followed by my panties. I’m already wet and yearning, my hair falling freely over my shoulders. My breasts are tender, my nipples perked under their attention.

The guys undress as well, standing naked before me in mere seconds.

“Do you like what you see?” Mitch asks as my eyes slowly rake up and down each man.

“Yes, sir.”

“Get on your knees then,” Ethan commands me.

“Yes, sir.” I sink to my knees, the three of them crowding around me.

I close one hand around Mitch and the other around Ethan while parting my lips so Colton can slide down my throat. I stroke them with deliberate precision, tightening my grip at the base, then slowly working my way up. Colton holds my head in place, and tears spring from my eyes as I let him deep-throat me at his leisure. I feel the veins twitching against my tongue. Tasting the precum as he pulls back, I can’t help but smile.

“You’re delicious,” I tell him as I pull back for a moment.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says.

Ethan hisses as I stroke him faster, while Mitch runs his fingers through my hair. I take turns with each of them, relaxing the back of my throat to let each of them in, reveling in their heady, deliciously manly flavors. Mitch takes a step back with a sharp gasp.

“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” he says. “Stand up.”

“Yes, sir,” I smile as I do as I’m told.

My whole body is ablaze, but they don’t touch me. It’s what I long for the most, and they’re not giving me any of it. They’re tormenting me on purpose.

“Walk over to the bed and bend over,” Mitch says.

“Yes, sir!” I exclaim, positively delighted.

I’m about to get filled to the brim, and it’s a sensation I missed over the past few days. Gladly, I obey and spread my legs wide for them as I hold on to the edge of the bed. I’m horny as hell, my juices dripping down the insides of my thighs as I shudder and moan softly.

Ethan’s hand comes down with a hard smack, and the sting makes me cry out.

“Have you really been a good girl, Melissa?” he asks, his voice low and raspy.

He slaps my ass again.

“Oh!” I whimper. It’s a sweet kind of sting. It’s doing quite the number on my senses, my pussy clenching tightly with every contact between my buttock and his heavy hand.

“Have you been a good girl?” he asks again.

“No, sir, I haven’t.”

“And what do we do to bad girls?”

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