Page 22 of The Santas Who Stole Me

My back tenses, and I start to stand, but one of them places a hand across my back, keeping me in place.

“Bad cookie; stay where we put you. No, definitely not wet enough,” Calum says like he’s inspecting me.

I can feel him to my right peering over Keeper, his eyes burning a hole in my skin.

Calum tsks before spitting right on my asshole.

God why is that so fucking hot? I rock on my feet, trying to relieve my throbbing clit against the leather.

Keeper follows his brother and adds more of his own fluid on my ass, and now spit drips down my backside to my center.

“Shit,” I cry out when my body gushes in response. Calum notices, and even though I can’t see his face, I can feel his smugness at knowing how desperate he’s made me. I hear him spit again and I can imagine he’s taking his large hand and pumping his dick, rubbing his thumb across the silver ball at the top.

He must realize I can’t wait anymore, so he positions himself, and starts pushing into my ass. He’s only inside an inch and his piercing and width sting at first. As soon as I relax, he pulls out of me. “She’s wet enough now. Ready, cookie? I’m going to make this so good for you.”

“Heck yes.” My voice is breathy and strained. Who the hell am I right now? I don’t care, I’ve never felt this good, so I’ll question myself later.

Calum keeps a hand splayed across the middle of my back and starts working to get inside me.

That same burn from before hits me, and I scream.

“She needs a distraction while I work her ass,” Calum says, his voice strained.

I know he’s forcing himself to hold back. My hair is in my face as I grip the couch. Hovering over me, Keeper rubs a thumb across my lips, and I can see how red and angry his dick is, jutting out for me. The vein on the side pulsing above my cheek. Zeke is next to him slowly stroking his length again in silence.

“How do you want your distraction, Georgie?” Keeper rubs my lips again this time with the tip of his dick. “In your mouth or⁠—”

“Pussy!” I shout and interrupt him.

Calum freezes, Keeper’s face lights up, and Zeke swears.

“You want us both?” Keeper asks. “Brave girl, wanting to be split in two. Well, brother, best to give her what she wants.”

I am moved so fast Keeper is able to slip right under me, line up and sink inside. The fullness is overwhelming I want to cry or scream. But the anticipation vibrating through me and how it will feel to come on both of them keeps me quiet.

“Almost there, so fucking tight.” Calum then mutters more praise about how good I feel.

Shit, he isn’t all the way in? “I can’t do this, y’all are all too big. It’s not gonna work.”

“Want me to stop?” Calum says as he stills.

“No, it feels too good.”

“Thank fuck. Relax, Georgie, almost there. Tell me if it’s too much.”

“God, this is so hot,” Zeke tells me, and I have to trust his words because his voice is stone-cold. I want to make him melt, though, so I pull on my nipple and watch him begin to pump harder, throwing his head back with another string of curses.

“I want it,” I tell them. They find a rhythm, and I am being thoroughly fucked and panting at the way they are working my body.

Keeper moves his hand to my jaw and shoves it toward Zeke. He slips a finger in my mouth and pulls my jaw down. “Suck his dick, kitten.”

Zeke looks at me like he’s not sure, but I am.

“Please, Zeke, I want to taste you again. Come down my throat.” Keeper’s fingers are still holding open my jaw, so I hope he understood my words.

And he must have because I’m met with that movie-star grin, then he slams into my face while I hollow out my cheeks for him. He moves my head in a way that works with Calum and Keeper, and I can’t believe I’m so wholly filled with all of them.

“That’s my good girl, taking all of us. She’s close,” Calum says.