Page 63 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

“Hey,” she whispers back, her lips parting just enough to pull me closer.

I kiss her, slow at first, testing, but the second her lips move against mine, I’m gone. Everything else fades—Jamie, Troy, the room itself—and it’s just her.

Her hands slide up my chest, and I’m dimly aware of Troy’s laugh somewhere behind me. But I don’t care. Not anymore.

I want her.

“You good?” I ask her, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nods, swallowing hard. “Yeah.”

Troy slips behind her, his hands sliding over her waist as he presses a kiss to her shoulder. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

Her hands find their way to my chest as she leans forward, capturing my mouth with hers. It’s hesitant at first, but when I deepen the kiss, she melts against me. Jamie’s hands are on her thighs now, pushing her skirt higher, revealing smooth skin that feels like fire under my fingertips when I reach for her.

Troy’s voice is low, almost growling in her ear. “Let’s get you out of this.” He pulls at the hem of her jersey, and she lifts her arms, letting him strip it off. The movement leaves her bare except for a lacy bra and that impossibly short skirt. The sight of her like this—flushed, exposed, trembling—makes my chest tighten with need.

Jamie sinks to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her hips as he leans in, pressing kisses to her stomach, her thighs. Savannah’s breathing picks up, her fingers tangling in my hair as I kiss her again, harder this time, unable to hold back.Troy’s hands are everywhere, stroking, teasing, adding to the overwhelming sensation of it all.

When Jamie nudges her thighs apart, she gasps, her head falling back against Troy’s chest. The sound goes straight to my core, and I realize I’m not just a spectator anymore. I’m part of this, caught in the same current that’s pulling all of us under.

“Sofa. Now,” Troy growls, leading her to the sofa in the middle of the living room.

My cock presses to the inseam of my pants as I follow behind. I need to be inside her.

Within seconds, Jamie’s hands are on her thighs, spreading them wider as he leans in, his lips brushing over her inner thigh. The heat from his breath makes her shudder, and I watch, transfixed, as he moves lower. She’s so responsive, her body trembling, her hands gripping the edges of the sofa as if she’s fighting to keep control.

Troy’s hands slide up her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. It falls to the floor, leaving her bare, and for a moment, she hesitates—eyes flicking toward me. There’s a mix of uncertainty and anticipation in her gaze, but I can see the way her body is reacting, the way her breath quickens. She wants this.

“Let go,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear as I step closer, one hand reaching out to trace the curve of her neck, the soft skin there warm and smooth under my fingertips. “Trust us.”

She exhales shakily, and I know that’s all the encouragement she needs. Jamie’s lips are on her again, pressing against her stomach as he slowly moves lower. She shudders, her legs trembling under the pressure of his mouth.

Troy slides behind her, his hands grabbing her hips as he starts to undress. The sound of his zipper sliding down sends a ripple of tension through the room.

Savannah’s eyes flicker back to me, her mouth slightly parted, waiting for something—anything. I move closer, my hands brushing across her thighs as I kneel in front of her, locking eyes with Jamie.

“She’s ready,” Jamie says softly, his voice thick with desire as he looks up at her.

She nods, her breath shallow as she shifts her legs apart, revealing herself to me completely. I can smell her, that intoxicating sweetness that has me aching. I’m already half hard just from the sight of her, the anticipation building, the hunger gnawing at the edges of my control.

“I’m going to touch you now,” I say, my voice rougher than I expect, as I slide my fingers along her wetness, feeling the slick heat of her. She’s trembling again, but this time it’s from need, not fear. Her body seems to melt under my touch, and I can’t help but groan low in my throat.

Jamie glances up at me, his fingers already working to open her more, holding her wide, and the sight of her like this—spread out for us—makes something dark stir inside me. “She’s so wet for you, Jared. She wants you.”

I can see it in her eyes now, in the way she clenches her fists in the cushions, her breath ragged as she struggles to stay still. I slide my finger inside her, and she gasps, her back arching off the sofa as a soft moan escapes her lips. The sound is addictive, pulling me deeper into the moment.

“Tell me what you need,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear.

She trembles harder as I slide another finger in, her body yielding to me as I move slowly, teasing her. “I need you,” she whispers, and my control starts to slip away.

Jamie grins as he moves, standing and sliding behind her, his hand on the back of her neck, guiding her head back to his cock.“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he demands, his voice thick with lust.

She hesitates, but only for a moment, before she parts her lips, taking him in with a soft gasp. I watch, entranced by the way she sucks him in, her mouth moving with ease as she lets him guide her.

My pulse is thudding in my ears as I continue to finger her, moving faster now as she’s pushed to the brink. Her legs are shaking, her body taut, and I can feel how close she is. She’s writhing on the couch, the pressure building inside her as I stroke her harder.

“Are you close, baby?” I whisper, my voice dark and low as I curl my fingers inside her, hitting the spot that makes her cry out.

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