Page 127 of Scrooged for the Holidays
Kai was the first one I spoke to when I arrived in Elysian Pines, the first one who wanted to kiss me. And now I’m going to kiss him again. Then he’s going to fuck me while his Nephilim lovers do the same. Really, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
He brushes my hair behind my ear. “Hi, Princess.”
“Hi, Angel Boy.”
Needing no more words, he dips forward and kisses me. I open my mouth to him readily, not wanting to draw this out any longer. I want to feel him inside me.
His tongue strokes mine, his taste like a crisp winter day and sunshine on my cheeks. I groan into his mouth, and he kisses me harder, our lips near bruising. His hand trails down my side, disappearing under us.
“Lift up,” he says between kisses. I do as he requests, and he lines the head of his cock up with my entrance. The warm and tingling sensation I experienced when Sam was fucking me happens, and I know without asking that Kai’s using his grace on me. My pussy gets wetter, and I slide down easily on his thick girth. There’s still a delicious tingling as my inner walls stretch to take him, but it’s pleasurable. What he did doesn’t feel invasive—it feels natural.
I shift down further, and more of him slides in, but it’s still not all of him. “Kai!” I cry. “You’re so long.”
His warm amusement vibrates against my skin, and he holds my hips to stop my movements. “Too much?”
I shake my head, determined to take all of him.
“Relax, Princess.”
I do as he says and exhale. He eases his grip, and I sink all the way down onto his dick. We both moan together when my ass meets his thighs, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good.”
I nip at his lips playfully. “You do, too.”
Not needing any time to adjust, I clench around his dick and slowly start to ride him. Kai seals his mouth over mine, our tongues meeting again in a perfect dance of push and pull, and I rock up and down a few times, reveling in how full I feel. I groan as the tip of his cock bumps my cervix, and sparks of pleasure sing in my body.
Kai pulls away, tugging my lower lip as he does. “You ready for more, Princess?”
“Yes,” I say on another moan. I wiggle my ass as best I can and open my mouth. I don’t care if I look ridiculous—this is what Remi asked of me, and this is what I want.
The tug in my stomach deepens, and my skin tickles like a thousand butterfly wings brushing over me. I’m faintly aware that the colors of gold, blue, and black that I saw after I returned from the future with Sam begin to shine through the room, but I don’t care. All I care about is what is about to happen with Kai, Remi, and Sam.
I need them like I need air.
“Remi, Sam.” Kai snaps his fingers at them. “She’s ready for you.”
The mattress dips as Sam settles on his knees in front of me near Kai’s head, while behind me, Remi grips my ass, spreading me open before what feels like lube is being applied to the rim of my back entrance.
I don’t have time to focus on the new sensation because my chin is lifted, a bit of spit slipping from the corner of the open mouth I’ve kept wide.
“Blink three times if you need me to stop,” Sam says with an intensity that makes me shiver.
I nod vigorously, and he doesn’t waste any more time. He holds my head with one hand while guiding his cock between my lips with the other. We simultaneously moan, the salty yet somehow sweet flavor of him hitting my tongue. He’s so hot he nearly burns me, and the stretch of him straining my lips reminds me of how it felt to suck Kai’s cock, though his is slightly smoother and curved at the tip.
“Hmm, what a pretty cock slut you are.”
I moan from Sam’s dirty praise, and my pussy grips Kai’s thick shaft.
“Fuck.” Kai’s hold on my hips tightens. “She liked that, baby. She nearly made me come with how hard she choked my dick.”
“Gave me plenty of lubrication, too,” Remi muses, dragging his fingers through the wetness that dripped down my thigh. Headds it to the lube he’s already using to open my tight ring of muscles then dips his fingers inside, scissoring them. The whine that leaves me vibrates around Sam’s cock.
He hums and strokes my cheek adoringly, fisting my hair at the back of my head with his other hand. He guides me further down his length until my cheeks bulge.
“You like being called a cock slut?” he croons.
I moan again in answer.
