Page 62 of The Santas Who Stole Me

I’m hanging on Zeke’s every movement.

His hand slides up. He continues the featherlight touch, dragging his fingertips up over my hip, and I smile as Keeper walks in. Zeke thrusts his fingers in my hair, using his hold to yank me, forcing my chin to face up at another one of my men.

Keeper peers at me and I have no choice but to open my lips for him. His tongue twirls against mine, and Zeke guides me further into his mouth with his grip. Keeper pulls back to end the kiss, then leans back and smacks my lips hard. I can feel his smile against my mouth before I see blue eyes shining back at me.

Keeper straightens and I see he’s wearing the hell out of a Santa suit too. Including the hat and the boots. Under the fluffy white trim, it’s easy to see how well his big body fills out that jacket. The velvet strains over the bulge of his dick, and I get wetter. Red velvet pants should be the new gray sweatpants. Keeper could start a movement if anyone was to see him looking like this.

He stares at my core. The straps on the creases of my legs do nothing to hide my wetness, and I know if I get off Zeke his pants will have a wet spot.

Zeke misses nothing, including the gushing happening in between my legs. He doesn’t comment on it but rubs his thumb across his bottom lip and stares at me for too long before speaking. His gaze is so heated it is almost uncomfortable but so freaking hot. Finally, Zeke says, “Show Santa what a good girl you can be.”

I begin to shimmy down his lap, planning to kneel between his legs, but another voice grabs my attention.

“Did you start without me? Naughty Georgie couldn’t wait to get her pussy full.”

I turn to Calum’s voice and see him walk in with his Santa jacket open, showing off his ink and those gorgeous abs.

He marches to me, and I think he’s going to lean in and kiss me like Keeper, but instead, he puts his thumb in my mouth and pushes my jaw open. His lips brush my ear when he says, “Go on, be a good girl and give Santa that mouth.” He shoves two fingers in between my lips, hitting the back of my throat.

And because I really am a good girl, I suck on them despite gagging.

Calum leads me by the mouth, using his fingers and his hold on my cheek to force me in front of Zeke.

“Careful,” Keeper grits out to his brother.

Calum slips his fingers out of my mouth, and I land on my knees in front of Zeke, but I turn to Keeper to explain.

“I like when Calum’s rough. He takes away my thoughts and only focuses on my pleasure. The same way I like how you care for me, always making me feel special. I like how intense Zeke’s love is. Nothing else matters when he touches me, it’s so real it’s gut-wrenching. I need all of you exactly how you are. This is how we work, together.”

The way his lips curve almost makes me collapse. He glances at my mouth with zero shame as he thumbs the tip of his cock through the velvet.

“I will always take care of you. You are so damn perfect. And you look so damn pretty on your knees for me, kitten. I love you so much, don’t forget that while you’re choking. Now open up and take Daddy Santa’s cock like a good girl.”

My jaw opens, and his velvety hardness slides over my tongue. He stops, and I know he thinks this is all I can take, but I crouch up on my feet, keeping my legs bent, so I can reach him. Before my fingers make contact with Keeper to find my balance, Calum’s fingers wrap around both my wrists, and he pulls them behind my back. Something bristles against my skin, but I can’t turn my head to see what he’s using to tie me up.

“Tinsel. I’m going to wrap you up like a Christmas present,” Calum says.

Peeking up at Keeper, I love watching the power I have over him even when I am down on my knees. No hint of anything but lust on his handsome face.

“Tinsel wraps a tree,” Zeke tells him, and I try not to giggle at my ever-serious man.

“Hush, Zeke, it is Christmas. We are doing the Santa fantasy for Georgie.”

My heart swells knowing Calum set this up for me. Better get into character then. I hollow my cheeks and get to work on Keeper when I notice he is almost panting. He gets rougher with my hair, using my face to take him to the edge.

“Better stop kitten or this will be over quicker than planned.”

He yanks my hair back, popping my mouth off him, and I make a smacking sound with my lips and grin.

“Time to unwrap my present.” Calum is behind me kissing my neck and rubbing his hands all over me. He reaches in between my breasts and pulls on the ribbon.

The guys groan when they see how hard my nipples are.

I shriek when I feel the sharp sting of his hand slap one of my nipples. I have nothing to say; that was arousing and painful at the same time, and I loved it.

“Georgie, give Zee’s dick a turn, so I can feel your pussy,” Calum says, then hauls me up, and at some point Zeke took off his pants. His long hard length is out and demanding attention.

I gulp when he wraps his hand around his cock and takes a long slow stroke from the base to the tip. Calum’s arm bands around my waist, and he pushes my mouth over Zeke, keeping control over my tinsel-tied arms. I suck and swallow Zeke as best as I can on my knees. Keeper pulls my hair, helping me bob up and down, and I feel Calum crouch behind me.