Zane has left the room, and I wonder where he’s gone.
A moment later, he reappears, and I burst out laughing. He’s naked, but is wearing an elf hat, and he’s wrapped tinsel around his massive cock.
I press my fingers to my lips to stifle another giggle. “That’s very festive of you, Zane.”
“Well, it is Christmas, after all,” Saint says. “Hey, do you want to fuck Lex in the ass for Christmas?”
I bite my lower lip. “Maybe we can do that for New Year? We’ll have to go shopping. I didn’t steal the strap-on.”
“I thinkIshould get to decide whether I get fucked in the ass or not,” Lex pouts.
“So you admit you want to try it?” Saint laughs, a little diabolical.
Lex shrugs one shoulder. “I’ll try anything once, especially if it’s for Vani.”
I throw him a wink. “I’m game if you are.”
The thought of having one of my men with his cheek pressed to the bed, his ass in the air, while I pound a fake cock into his hole makes me all kinds of wet. I wonder if one of the guys will take me the same way at the same time so we can form a line.
Unaware of my thoughts, Saint continues. “So, no strap-on, which means we all have to focus on you, our deliciously dark Venom.” He takes hold of my finger and twists the silver snake ring around it.
“You know we love you, right?” Lex says as he holds his own ring up to the light and examines it.
We all have matching rings, and in this moment, the heated need in me lessens a little as a warm glow pushes some of the raw lust to one side.
“I love you, too, all of you. You make me whole.”
I love you, Zane signs.
“Ah, God, this is getting far too sickly,” Saint grumbles. “Turn over, baby. I want to play with that plug in your ass so I can stretch you enough to take my cock.”
And just like that, we’re back on our usual ground. Joking, playful, but with that love at the base of it, even if it’s a twisted version in Saint’s case, and a whole lot of lust fueling us.
We screw around, literally, for hours. Saint’s dinner ends up being an overcooked mess, but it doesn’t matter because I ache in all the right places.
My ass, from where Saint took me. My pussy from Zane’s massive cock, and my jaw from Lex fucking my face, until he came all over it.
I came three times. From the fucking, from Saint eating at me like he was starving before the fucking, and the last time as Zane applied a bullet vibrator to my swollen clit while Saint and Lex watched.
Lex seemed content after his epic cum shot all over my face, but watching Zane use the small vibe on my puffed up, swollen clit had got Saint all excited again. He’d masturbated as he watched us, coming all over me right after I had climaxed in deep waves of pleasure as the toy gently moved over my sensitized flesh.
Now, we’re sitting in the living room, eating chocolates, and drinking champagne, which I’ve got a taste for after Paris. I keep squirming because after I use that pump, it makes me horny for ages.
Saint’s phone beeps and he reads the message and sighs. “Our father says merry Christmas, and also, we are imbeciles.”
Lex chuckles. “Send him my love when you reply.”
Somehow, I don’t think Saint’s reply will be full of gushing emotions.
I squirm again, all bothered and irritated between my legs.
“I think we might have to report you to the police,” Saint says drolly as he watches me. “For being a thief.”
“You’d report me for stealing a nipple and clit pump set?” I raise my brows.
“No, for stealing our hearts.” He clasps his hand to his chest dramatically, and I burst into giggles.
“Saint, you’re incorrigible.” He truly is, too. But I wouldn’t have him any other way.
