Page 117 of Filthy Fae

Holden dropped his jeans, tossing them aside and climbing onto the bed as Sawyer carried me over and pushed me onto the bed on all fours. I reached for Holden, grasping his thick cock in one hand and pumping his shaft. He groaned when I leaned down and lapped the wetness from his tip. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling loose the prim updo I’d worn to church to let my blonde hair fall around my shoulders. Behind me, Sawyer shoved my skirt up and drew my panties down before he slid a finger into my slick hole. A second later, I felt Waylon’s finger working to open me further so he could fit one in beside his brother’s.

I slurped at Holden’s cock, opening wide and sliding my lips down over the head and sucking gently, relishing the moan that escaped his lips. I moaned in answer, arching my back as Waylon’s finger drove in beside Sawyer’s at last. After a second, it slid out, teasing my back entrance. Another finger slid into my pussy as he pushed a slick finger into my ass. I gasped at the pinch, then relaxed as all three fingers pumped into me again and again, swirling against my walls and sending waves of sensation through me.

The door opened again, but this time, Cody slipped inside without being told. After closing the door quietly, he slid into the chair we usually piled with clothes, not saying a word.

My pussy clenched in anticipation as the air in the room amped up a notch, electricity crackling between the five of us. Sawyer circled my clit with his thumb, and I bucked in surprise and pleasure, a climax rocking through my body. My pussy pulsed around their fingers, the walls trembling with pleasure at having them both inside me at the same time while Cody watched.

Sawyer slipped his fingers out, licking them while Waylon dropped his jeans. I popped my mouth off the head of Holden’s cock, turning to watch Cody watching us. His eyes burned into me, his fingers clenched so tightly on his knees that his knuckles were white. But he didn’t move as Waylon spread my knees. Positioning his cock against my dripping entrance, he raked his hands over my ass, gripping my hips while he slid his long, hard cock into my wet pussy.

He slid my zipper down, sliding a hand inside my dress to cup my breast as he slid in and out. My back arched as Sawyer slid his head under my chest, pulling my dress down further and taking my nipple into his mouth. As he sucked, I just about melted with pleasure, closing my eyes and stroking my cheek against Holden’s rigid length.

“Can I put my cock in here?” Waylon asked, straightening and letting his thumb circle my second entrance. It was slick with the juices on his fingers, and I shivered with longing and fear at the thought of his huge cock in there.

“It is Christmas,” Sawyer said, releasing my nipple and blowing a stream of cool air over my wet skin.

“You’re so wet,” Waylon said, his cock sliding in and out while his finger kept rhythm in my ass.

“Do it,” I gasped. Waylon spread my cheeks and pulled out, telling me to relax as the head of his slippery cock pressed against the second opening. The pressure increased until the hardness had nowhere to go but in. I gasped aloud, my jaw dropping open as pleasure and pain mingled when he went deeper, and deeper, and deeper. When he was all the way in, I bit my lip, holding back a smile of triumph.

Waylon’s forehead dropped against my shoulder blades, his breath coming even quicker than mine. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he gasped. “You’re so fucking tight, Amber.”

I opened my eyes, my gaze moving to Cody again. A huge bulge strained against his jeans, and his nostrils flared as his breath came quicker.

“Holden,” I gasped, looking up at his cock stretching in front of me. “Can you put it in my pussy?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding so eager I almost laughed. I pushed up on my knees, Waylon straightening with me. Reaching back, I circled Waylon’s neck with my arm. My breasts rose, and Sawyer leaned in to take one in his mouth as Holden knelt, resting the head of his cock against my opening. I could feel my juices running down over his tip, coating him as he strained to enter me while Waylon was deep inside the other entrance. At last, Holden forced his huge cock into me. I gasped at the incredible pleasure of having them both inside me at once, sandwiching my body between theirs.

They began to move together, and my whole body was wracked with pleasure. Holden’s hands gripped my ass, opening me for Waylon. Waylon’s hands came around to massage my breasts, pinching at my nipples until I threw my head back against his shoulder, crying out in pleasure. They slipped out, then plunged their cocks into me again. I reached for Sawyer, who had stripped naked at some point. I wrapped my hand around his cock, but after a few pumps, he pulled away. He stood, bracing his hands on the ceiling and planting his feet wide. I eagerly grasped his cock, plunging it into my mouth. He began to move with the other two, a perfect rhythm that drove me closer and closer to the edge.

At last, Waylon gripped my hip, driving deep into my ass. “I’m going to come,” he rasped.

“Me, too,” Holden panted, slamming into me faster and faster.

Sawyer gripped my head with both hands, sliding me deep onto his cock. “Swallow for me, Princess,” he said, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Salty heat flooded my mouth, and I moaned, sucking harder. Waylon and Holden drew back as one and then slammed into me so hard my knees left the bed. Hot come spurted deep inside me, filling me with heat as they crushed me between them. I cried out with unbearable pleasure, rocking against Holden’s pelvic bone as an orgasm gripped my body like nothing I’d ever felt before. My pussy gripped Holden’s cock as pleasure and pain crashed over me in waves so intense that blackness swam in my vision. I cried out again and again, letting Sawyer’s come spill down my face.

No one moved for a long moment. Then Cody stood abruptly. “I’m going to bed,” he said, and he disappeared out the door without another word.

“Think we scared him off?” I asked, a giggle building inside me.

“Scared? Nah,” Sawyer said, flopping down on the bed and patting the spot beside him. “He’s probably jerking off right now.”

The giggle escaped my lips as Waylon bent down to kiss my neck, blowing a ticklish breath against my ear before pulling out. “I’m going to hold you all night,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and nuzzling the back of my neck.

“You okay?” Holden asked, smoothing my hair back with both hands and gazing into my eyes.

“I’m…great,” I said, laughing a little. “My knees feel like jelly, but otherwise, yeah. More than okay.”

He kissed me tenderly, still cupping my face in his hands. “Merry Christmas,” he said when he drew back.

I glanced at the window. Snow streamed by, battering the glass and obscuring the world outside in a blur of white. Inside, we were warm and toasty and together.

“It’s past midnight,” Sawyer said with a grin. “Think we missed Santa?”

Waylon pulled me down on the bed between him and Sawyer and wrapped his arms around me, burying his nose in my hair. “It’s officially Christmas,” he murmured.

I snuggled deeper into his arms, warmth and love swelling in my heart and all around me. “Merry Christmas,” I whispered to my men.

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