Without even giving me a chance, he flips me onto my stomach, pulling me back until I’m on my knees. Rubbing the rosy head of his cock up and down my wet slit, I push back on him, aching for more.
Micah enters me with one, hard stroke. My body jolts forward from the force of each thrust, my pussy clenching him tightly. He smacks my ass, leaving red handprints on my flesh as he sinks inside of me deeper. Reaching between my legs, he presses down on my clit, and my legs begin to shake violently.
“That’s it,” he urges, pushing into me harder. “Come undone for me.”
“Oh, God,” I moan, as my orgasm entirely consumes me.
“Such a good girl.”
“I see you started without me,” Jensen unexpectedly murmurs, moving onto his knees behind Micah. “Lean forward.”
My heart instantly hammers as a few drops of lube trickle onto my leg, and I realize it’s not being used on me.
Micah leans forward, pressing the front of his body against my back. “Fucking hell,” he groans, becoming still inside me. “Oh, fuck, Jensen.”
“You like that?”
“Fuck yes.”
Jensen forcefully rocks the bed. “Yeah?”
“You know I do,” he grunts.
Jensen slams into his ass, over and over, taking him without mercy. Rumbling groans and the sound of skin smacking fills the room. Micah pushes back against Jensen’s throbbing cock, meeting him with each stroke, and I reach between my legs to cup his balls.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispers beside my ear, pushing me flat onto my stomach.
Damien enters the room and leans against the doorway, watching eagerly.
Micah kisses down my neck, shoulder, and back, while sinking into me repeatedly. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tightly grip the sheets, stifling my moans by biting the pillow.
Oh, God.
My breathing quickens while his lips brush my neck, his hand tugging hard on my hair. Micah takes my wrist, guiding my hand between my thighs.
“Touch yourself, baby,” he mutters through sharp breaths. “Come for me. Again.”
“Fuck,” Jensen bites out, pumping into his ass harder. Faster. “You feel so fucking good.”
Micah’s body tenses, collapsing onto me as I climax again.
Groaning heavily, they find their release at the same time, coming hard. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“Merry.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Christmas.”
The delicious aroma of sizzling bacon, corned beef hash, and maple syrup fills the air. Gazing out through the large window of the kitchen, I’m left with an overwhelming feeling of Christmas joy. Last night was a game changer for me. It’s as if a huge weight has been lifted, and I can finally breathe again. The sky is bright, and a white blanket of snow covers the ground, flurries now coming down light.
I can’t even remember the last time I’ve felt this happy. This content.
This adored.
“How’d you sleep, princess?” Damien asks, pouring me another cup of coffee.
Meeting his eyes, I grin. “That bed is way too comfortable,” I reply, taking another piece of crispy bacon. “It’s dangerous how comfortable it is.”
“I’m fucking stuffed,” Jensen mumbles, scooting his chair away from the table.
“We must’ve lost power overnight,” Micah brings up, dropping his plate in the sink. “Woke up around six and it was so cold I could almost see my breath.”