Page 61 of Subbing For Santa

“Liam can look, but he can’t touch.”

All four of my brothers chuckle, giving away that they were already aware of what I’m doing to my woman under the table, and Aggie stiffens, her eyes darting around to see their unfazed smirks.

“Part your legs wider, baby.” I instruct, no longer bothering to whisper, and she’s helpless not to obey.

“Is this your way of trying to win the game, Griff?” Oswald asks. “Because you know we’ll fold, needing to run off and have a tug after this.”

“Oh my god.” Aggie whimpers, and I take that moment to slip my fingers under the fabric of her panties.

“Just give into it, baby. Let yourself go.”

As two of my digits slide inside her tight hot heat, she watches as my other three brothers lay their cards on the table, rearrange their dicks in their pants and relax back in their chairs for the show. I can tell Aggie is a little torn about what to do. Part of her loves being watched. It’s part of what drew me to her in the beginning, because I fucking love me some exhibitionism. But there’s another part of her that wants to shy away from what’s happening.

“Fuck.” She moans, giving in and using one hand to pinch her nipple through her dress, and the other to circle her clit under the table as my finger works her from the inside.

“Hella-hot.” Liam grins, his eyes on her face as his hand disappears under the table.

“You’re soaking, baby. Are you gonna squirt?” I ask, grinning.

“What?” Brennen sits up in his chair, his eyes wide. “She squirts?”

“Yeah. Sometimes.” I admit as my woman closes her eyes and gives in to the building sensations.

“I’ve never been with a girl that squirts. I wanna see!” Brennen demands, showing his immature twenty-six-year-old age, but he can fuck right off. So, I make sure he can tell by my tone that I’m serious when I speak next.

“No! That part is just for me.”

Aggie is now writhing in my lap, teasing the fuck out of my dick, which feels like the skin is going to split any moment. I don’t think she’d even notice if she was naked and spread bare before my brothers right now.

I can feel her walls squeezing my fingers tighter as she chases her orgasm, so I speed up my fingers, curling them and pressing against her upper wall, telling my little elf what I want. I want her to squirt. The pressure and pace I’m applying to just the right place will ensure her orgasm isn’t just muscle contractions but accompanied by female ejaculation.

Aggie thrusts her hips up, eagerly meeting my fingers, and a moment later she starts convulsing. A cry of ecstasy rips from her throat as wave after wave crashes over her, and the warm feeling of wet spray shoots from her, all over my hand and right into her panties.

When she’s done, her panting breaths aren’t the only ones in the room, and when she pries her eyes open, it’s just in time to see my annoying younger brother, Brennen, standing up from peeking under the table.

“She squirted alright. There’s stuff dripping from the chair.”

“Fucking hell, Bren. You really had to go there?” I hiss and Brennen shrugs.

“I wanted to make sure she wasn’t faking.”

Grinning, Liam stands, pulling his hand from his pants and holding it up for us to see the evidence of his own release sticking between his parted fingers.

“Looks like I need a shower.” He laughs, shooting me a wink. “Welcome to the family, Aggie.”

“Come on, Bren, let’s leave the lovebirds to have some time alone.” Oswald stands, nudging Brennen’s chair, who nods and follows Oswald out of the room with a smirk.

“Well, you finally found your match, Griff.” Kendrick stands, shooting me and Aggie a shit-eating grin. “Welcome to the Marx family, Aggie. I promise we aren’t all perves like Griffin here.”

“Hey, you could have left, bro.” I tease my older brother, and Kendrick nods. “Yep, I probably should have, so Aggie knows some of us are gentlemen.”

“Actually. I probably would have felt insulted if you left.” She says, letting the naughty part of her take over.

Sexy little minx.

“Which is why I stayed.” Kendrick bows. “Good night, you two.”

The moment we are alone, Aggie stands from my lap awkwardly, turning to face me with fluid still dripping down her legs.

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