Page 63 of The Santas Who Stole Me

Calum pushes inside me, and it stings as he opens me up, the cold metal balls of his piercings rubbing inside me so good. The chair leans back, and I slowly lean forward with Zeke. It must have been planned, to have a recliner for him. I know Calum thought of this, but his sweetness goes out the window as he rails me harder. His movements force me to take his best friend to the back of my throat, and I work as hard as I can to get Zeke off.

Throwing his head back, Zeke releases in my mouth. He gave no warning, just using my mouth to come.

“Swallow him all, Georgie. Good girls take all the cum. That is the only way to be on the nice list.”

I nod my head in agreement and suck every last drop of him down as Zeke twitches. Calum doesn’t let up and keeps slamming into me. My arms are getting sore, but I ignore it. I want my men to have complete control and use me however they want.

“Open up and let me see how good of a girl you were,” Keeper says, standing next to Zeke.

I pull off Zeke, drop my jaw, and stick out my tongue for their approval while Calum continues to bounce me up and down.

“If I’m good, do I get an orgasm, or do only bad girls get to come?”

Keeper’s feral grin assesses me before he replies. “Hmm, I think you have been pretty naughty this year. If you want to come you will have to be really good for Santa. That’s the only way you get a present. You do want to be good for Santa, don’t you, Georgie? Can you take more Santa cum?”

“She liked the idea of that, it made her pussy clench me tighter.”

I do want their come, so I open my mouth and take Keeper in deep.

“Georgie, you are so good at that. You look hot as fuck with a dick down your throat,” Zeke says.

Calum doesn’t stop his relentless pounding behind me. I can’t hold myself up anymore, so I give up, going limp, and letting them do what they want. Calum reaches around my leg and slaps my clit. The pain makes me shout around Keeper, and I practically vibrate when I come.

“That is my girl, you come for Santa,” Keeper grounds out through what sounds like clenched teeth. He reaches down and rubs a thumb over my nipple. Calum tells me how much he loves me, and Zeke chants my name over and over while jerking himself.

“Her mouth is too good. I can’t hold back much more,” Keeper tells Calum. Calum keeps pumping into me slowly while he unties my arms. Somewhere, a bottle of lube is open and some pours down my ass. Keeper pulls me off his brother and places me back down, so that Calum is pressed in between my cheeks as he lies on the floor. He shoves into my ass, and the sudden sting sends me over the edge again. My scream must set off Zeke because a rope of white shoots onto the floor beneath his throne. His abs clench under the red velvet jacket which is the only thing he wears now. God he looks amazing. Keeper pushes into my pussy, that is still convulsing, and three rough pumps later, he fills me up with a grunt. Calum comes next with a rough thrust inside me, and I stare up at Keeper, hovering above me.

“Merry Christmas, Georgie. I love you,” Keeper tells me.

“I love you, too, Santa.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

CALUM

After the most epic Santa sexy time ever, set up by yours truly, we cleaned up in the shower, ate breakfast, and are now sitting around the tree. I am dying to give Georgie my real present. It will be the absolute best one. Is it a competition? Not really. But if it was I would win.

“Did you eat enough?” Keeper asks our girl.

She nods, snuggling up to him.

Zeke looks drained but at peace in the recliner, and I have this nervous energy running through my body.

“Ready for presents?” I ask her.

She beams at me and it’s enough to calm my nerves.

I grab the box I wrapped myself, covered in little Christmas cookie paper.

Sitting up she peels the paper and opens the box with a gasp and pulls out a tiny purple ornament. “How did you get these?” Tears fall from her lashes and she holds the ornament to her chest.

“I have my ways. I wanted you to put some of your childhood ornaments on our tree.” I give a half shrug and a smile. I asked Lee to find Georgie’s storage unit and had everything shipped to our house.

She places the ornament down carefully and crawls over to my lap peppering my face with kisses. “Thank you. So much.” I kiss her tears away and hold her tight.

“Mine next,” Zeke says.

I pull his gift from under the tree. It might not be as good as mine but she’s going to love it and it goes with my theme. Georgie smiles when she opens the box. A custom Tiffany’s ornament sits inside. It’s a diamond-encrusted snowman. She flips it over and reads the inscription next to the date.