Page 25 of Good Girl and Grinches

Ruckus clears his throat. “Seriously?”

“Don’t bust my balls about it. Ghost was too up until—”

“I’m not bustin’ anyone’s balls. I’m in the same boat. And I nominate myself to have sex next—when you’re up to it, Sabrina, since you and Flame already had your time together when you promised you wouldn’t.”

I can’t help but chuckle at the sense of power as I hold all the cards and will quickly be the most experienced one in the room. “Alright, Ruckus. You’re next, but only if you promise not to shoot cum in my eyes.”

“Your eyes are safe.” Ruckus extends his hand, mocking a contractual handshake.

I play along and take his hand. “We shook on it. You’re bound by a gentleman’s agreement. And since you all were so eager to get me something, I could use an orgasm for stress relief. Might as well kill two birds with one stone.”

Ruckus winces slightly. “Let’s not talk about stones and my cock in the same context.”

Before I can respond, they strip me first and then themselves, all except for Ghost’s long-sleeve shirt.

Ruckus grabs a duvet and carries me to the kitchen table. The other two move the table runner that’s printed with frolicking reindeer out of the way then fold the duvet and cover the table. Ruckus sits me onto it, and while I’m grateful for the soft landing, I’m curious about the location.

“We’re going to… on the table?”

He grins. “Nothing says celebration like a feast.” He kisses my lips then slowly trails his lips and tongue down my body, igniting a fire in his wake. Ghost and Flame ease me back as Ruckus makes his way onto my thighs.

Their hands caress me, their mouths take turns finding mine in hungry, passionate kisses. I’m overwhelmed with sensation.

I can’t get over doing this on the table. “We’ll need to disinfect—”

“Only if you soak the blanket.”

Oh my gosh. What if I do? What if I squirt onto the carpet? Do they have a carpet shampooer?

Ruckus weaves his kisses between my thighs, getting me out of my head, then positions my feet on the edge of the table. “Best fucking spread I’ve ever set my eyes on.”

His hot breath finds my most intimate place. My heart flutters as my three stepbrothers claim me.

My hands grope blindly at Flame and Ghost, eager to touch any part of them I can.

But my heart flutters are quickly replaced by skipped beats as Ruckus’ tongue finds my clit and I’m lost in a wave of pleasure.

I’m shocked that I tumbled over the edge so quickly, my body tensing as I chase my release. Ruckus devotes himself to helping me find every ounce of pleasure while the other two keep my mouth and breasts stimulated.

My hands flail uselessly as I try to grab him. Too many people in the way. “I need you inside of me.”

He kisses up my thigh then grabs my legs, lifting them onto his chest as he nudges his cock against my entrance. Shifting my head to the side, away from kisses for a moment, I lock eyes with him, he’s in pure ecstasy as he slowly eases into me.

“Sabrina.” His voice is ragged. “You feel so good.”

He thrusts slowly and deliberately. Ghost and Flame continue to kiss and caress me, their touches adding to the intensity of the moment. I’m lost in the connection between us, not just physical, but emotional.

That’s what’s the most erotic to me, the bond. It tightens the knot inside of me. I’m not sure how long I’ll last, despite just having an orgasm. I thought there was supposed to be recharge time or something. Check that off.

I’m about to come again.

Ruckus’ movements become more urgent, his breath coming in quick gasps. I can feel his body tensing, his release imminent. “I’m sorry. I can’t stop.” With a deep groan, his body strains to fill me.

I’m so fascinated by watching him, I’m left teetering on the brink, my orgasm just out of reach.

Flame, noticing my need, moves Ruckus out of the way and positions himself at my entrance. He looks at me, his green eyes filled with desire. “Babygirl,” he says, his voice barely a whisper. “I’ve dreamed of this moment, claiming you as my first.”

“I’m all yours, Daddy.”

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