Page 64 of Triplet Babies for Pucking Christmas

Her hands clutch Jamie’s thighs as she sucks harder, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the room, mixed with the harshness of her breaths. “Yes,” she gasps, her voice strained, “Yes, I’m so close.”

I pull my fingers away and stand, watching as she groans in frustration, her body twitching from the loss. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and desperate, and I know that’s my cue. I roll on a condom quickly, the sensation of latex against my skin only adding to the urgency.

I lean over her, my lips brushing against hers as I align myself with her, the heat of her body making everything inside me tighten. “Ready?” I ask, my voice a mix of anticipation and control.

She nods, eyes filled with need, and before I can think, I thrust into her, hard and fast. The sensation of her tightness enveloping me makes me groan in pleasure. She’s perfect, every inch of her, and I start to move, each thrust making her cry out, the sound like music to my ears.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I mutter, pulling her hips to meet mine as I thrust deeper, harder. Her moans grow louder, and I can feel her body start to shake with pleasure. I lean down to kiss her again, my hand cupping her jaw as I guide her mouth to mine, swallowing her cries.

Jamie’s hands are on her chest, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, and she’s gasping for air as Troy moves behind her, his fingers working her in sync with mine. The pressure inside me builds, and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer.

“Come for me,” I growl, my fingers gripping her hips as I slam into her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Her back arches, her body spasming as she finally shatters, her cry of release sending a wave of heat through me. I can feel her tighten around me, pulling me deeper as I fight to keep my control.

But I can’t stop. I keep moving, riding her through the wave of her orgasm, my own release building. “Fuck, you’re so perfect,” I groan, my movements becoming frantic as I feel the pressure rising.

And then, as her body jerks again, I lose it—releasing inside her with a low, guttural groan. She’s still trembling beneath me, her fingers digging into my skin as she fights to steady herself.

I pull out slowly, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks. Jamie grins, his eyes hungry as he leans in to kiss her, his hands pushing her back onto the couch. “My fucking turn,” he growls, his hands on her hips as he positions himself between her legs.

Troy moves in next, following Jamie’s lead, and the cycle begins again.

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The room is quiet now with the kind of stillness that feels earned. Savannah’s curled up between us on the couch, herhead resting on my chest. Jamie’s on her other side, tracing lazy patterns on her arm, and Troy’s sprawled out in the armchair, his eyes half-closed but still alert.

“You okay?” I ask her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

She nods, her smile soft. “Yeah. More than okay.”

Jamie chuckles. “That’s what we like to hear.”

Troy shifts, sitting up. “You need anything? Water? A snack?”

She shakes her head. “No, I’m good.” Then, after a pause, “Thank you. All of you. For…everything.”

“Don’t thank us,” Jamie says, squeezing her hand. “This isn’t a one-sided thing.”

“Still,” she says, her voice quieter now. “I didn’t know what to expect, but…you made me feel safe. Seen.”

Troy smirks. “Damn right we did.”

I kiss the top of her head. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

She laughs, a little self-conscious. “I’m just me.”

“And that’s enough,” I say firmly.

The conversation drifts after that, light and easy. Jamie cracks a joke about how Troy’s gonna complain about being sore tomorrow, and Troy fires back about Jamie’s age catching up with him. Savannah laughs, her eyes bright, and I can’t help but smile too.

Eventually, her eyelids start to droop, and she snuggles closer. “I think I’m ready for bed,” she murmurs.

“Let’s get you upstairs,” I say, and Jamie and Troy nod in agreement.

As we help her up, I catch her looking at each of us with that same soft smile. It hits me then just how lucky we are to have her.

And as we settle in for the night, I promise myself that we’ll keep earning her trust—one day, one moment at a time.

Maybe by Christmas, we will be more than just her fuck buddies.The thought fills me with warmth.

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