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  “It’s too fucking good in here,” she heard Sean grind out behind her. “I’m gonna come. Are you lot gonna fucking join me or what?”

  “Baby, you close?” James said in an equally strained voice.

  Bridget nodded. Her orgasm was there for the taking, she’d just been holding it off, relishing being balanced on the edge of bliss. Sean began to pump even higher inside her in a determined way that told her he’d reached a point of no return. A fire built up around her ring as his cock reached steel hardness and lashed at her colon, his whole weight and desire suddenly unleashed upon her with Neanderthal force.

  James, dragged along on the ride, bucked beneath her. His hard breaths heaved his chest into hers and she was aware of the puckered points of her nipples slamming into his scratching hairs.

  Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids, and she felt tugged in a hundred different directions. A nuclear bomb was about to go off inside her body. There was nothing she could do about it.

  But she wanted Colin to join the moment of ecstasy that would connect them all together. She slid an inquisitive finger past his balls, tickled down the crease between his sac and his anus and pressed the tip of her finger into the very centre of his tightly clenched hole, just a little, just to see if there was any give.

  She heard him moan as he rammed even farther down her throat—the lack of space for air travel made her head light and her body floated upwards.

  Suddenly her orgasm was there.

  Unable to hold it off any longer, she was launched into another dimension. Fire and fullness in her arse, her g-spot pounded relentlessly and her clit driven to a state of explosion was too much to contain. It lit her from the tip of her toes to the top of her head and she froze for the sweetest of sweet moments before it all crashed around her like an off the scale earthquake.

  Her rectum convulsed for Sean, her vagina spasmed around James and her index finger involuntarily slipped into Colin’s ass. Only an inch, but enough to absorb his dark, smooth heat and tip forward to press on his inside wall.

  “Dirty… fucking… minx,” Colin ground out. His balls contracted in her palm and like the cocking of a gun the subsequent jerking explosions of his penis caused her mouth to flood with semen. Hot, milky spunk flowed down her throat, though she barely had to swallow he’d thrust so deep anyway.

  James plunged upwards so far she felt sure he’d pounded her quivering cervix. She felt his heated release pour from him as her own orgasmic contractions continued to float her on a high. It was like an elastic band had been snipped inside her; over and over, she reached a climax of sensation and pulsed her way through it.

  Sean rammed into her and stilled at the hilt, holding her firm and steady at the waist. His penis pulsated as burning jets filled her back passage to capacity. “Mother fucker,” he groaned, shunting even farther into her, his balls slapping against his brother’s cock and her vulva. “Mother… fucking… fucker.”

  Bridget kept riding the blissful orgasm roller coaster as space and time warped around her. She’s never felt her clit swell so much or hold her in a portal of ecstasy for so long. Her pussy was still tightening almost painfully around James, squeezing and releasing over and over.

  Colin pulled his dick from her mouth and gave up the hold on her neck. She let out a wail of suppressed delight and trembled through the last of her powerful contractions, then slumped, helpless and wrecked over James’ chest.

  Blinking her eyes open, she looked at James. He was arched back on the mattress, the corded tendons of his neck extended as his teeth gritted and his eyes squeezed shut. “Jeez, that’s too good…” he said as his muscles gave way and he, too, collapsed into a boneless heap. “Too fucking good.”

  Sean eased out of her rectum with a small popping sensation and released his hold on her waist.

  James wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her harder onto him. He let out a last, violent shiver as his hips twitched and a moan climbed up his body and vibrated through hers.

  The room was still and silent as four sets of lungs heaved for oxygen.

  Then, in a sudden flurry of movement, James rolled Bridget over so he was settled between her legs, higher up the bed. “You,” he said, still breathless. “are my best Christmas present ever.”

  Bridget wrapped her legs around his waist, though she was surprised she could—they’d felt like jelly seconds earlier. “Glad you like,” she said.

  “Oh, I think I like a little too much. I can’t imagine there’ll be much skiing this week.” He pressed his lips to hers then headed down her neck with more kisses.

  “A hot little minx you found there,” Colin said as he whizzed up the zipper on his combats.

  Bridget lifted her head and looked at the man who’d just come down her throat so deliciously. He stood at the side of the bed, hands on hips, wearing one of the daft Santa hats. “Sorry, about… you know,” she said, remembering her stray finger probing his ass.

  “Don’t be, just watch who you try that one on.” He winked and turned towards the door. “Some guys might take offence.”

  “You need any more help delivering Christmas presents, little bro?” Sean’s grinning face appeared over James’ tattooed shoulder. Bridget felt him lift her left leg and run a finger into the sensitive spot at the back of her knee. She offered up a shy smile at his handsome, flushed face. He, too, was wearing a Santa hat though his had slipped and bunched around his ear.

  “I can take it from here,” James said, smoothing tousled hair from Bridget’s face with the flat of his hands. “I’ve got a couple of dreams of my own I’d like to turn into reality.” He paused to kiss the tip of her nose. “A few presents that definitely only involve Bridget’s body.”

  Sean’s face dropped for a fraction of a second then he grinned. Bridget couldn’t see what he was doing but she guessed he was tucking himself back into his trousers. “Okay, mate, but just call if you need any more help.” He looked at Bridget and winked. “Was great to meet you, like, really fucking great to meet you. Hopefully we’ll be seeing much more of you this week.”

  “Don’t know how much more of me there is to see,” Bridget said.

  “Oh, believe me, there’s much more I’d like to see,” Sean replied with the kind of devastating smile that would stop most women’s hearts.

  “Piss off,” James said, and cradled Bridget possessively into his embrace. “This is my room and my girl.”

  Sean let out a good humoured snort and strode after Colin, clicking the door shut and leaving Bridget and James alone.

  “You okay?” James said into the quiet.

  “Yeah, fine. I think I’ve finally stopped coming.”

  ”That was pretty intense then.”

  “You could say that.”

  “Everything you hoped for, dreamt about?”

  “And so much more, you wouldn’t believe.”

  “Good.” He wriggled his hips and slotted his hand into the small of her back, tipped her pelvis up towards his. “It was pretty intense for me too, but I don’t make a habit of sharing. I only did that for you, to complete your fantasy.”

  “Why, thank you so much.” She giggled and traced a finger over his tattoo.

  “So you’re mine now, agreed?” His voice took on a deadly serious tone. “For the rest of Christmas?”

  “Yes,” she said, clenching around him. “All yours.” She felt his cock harden inside her and caught her breath. How could he be ready to go again so soon?

  “Excellent, now go and clean up, and we can get down to the serious business of my Christmas present.”

  He slipped out of her and lifted his weight. Bridget scooted to the edge of the bed, aware of semen running from her body. “And have you been a good boy, James?” she said in a singsong voice, desperately clenching her pelvic muscles.

  “Oh, yes. I’ve been so good my wish list includes the private hot tub on the balcony, a bottle of chilled champagne, and the sweetest, dirtiest girl in all of Finland.”<
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  Bridget stood, sashayed her naked behind to the bathroom and threw over her shoulder. “I think that wish can be easily arranged.”

  She slipped inside and shut the door, a new flurry of excitement racing through her. James was just too divine for words.

  Quickly, she filled the sink with hot water and wiped the excesses of sex from her body. She was still throbbing, still humming as she dabbed the soft flannel between her legs. Her anal area, when she gingerly wiped it, had a feeling of delicious tenderness that reminded her of both the pleasure and the pain Sean had inflicted.

  She straightened and studied her reflection. It was so different from the one she’d examined only a few hours earlier in her hotel room. Then loneliness had been knocking at her door, begging and pleading to come in and consume her; it had taken all her will power to keep him at bay and not surrender to his insistent demands. Now she looked wild and reckless, not to mention deeply fulfilled. Her cheeks glowed like rosy, round apples and her lips were bruised and swollen from James’ passion-fuelled kisses. Her hair was plastered around her face; dark curls stuck out at all angles and fell onto her hot, still tender breasts.

  She splashed cool water on her face, rinsed out her mouth and peered back into the mirror. A naughty girl smile played with the corner of her lips and a new sparkle appeared in her eyes. Who’d have thought after twenty-nine Christmases hoping and praying for sickly sweet presents, what she’d wanted all along was the dreaded bag of coal. No, not even the coal—the coal was too good for her. What she really wanted was the filthy, smearing black dust at the bottom of the sack, something so dirty and sordid it would ultimately be the very best present of all.

  About the Author

  Lily Harlem lives in beautiful rural Wales, UK with an ever increasing menagerie of rescued pets. Before starting a writing career two years ago, Lily studied at Oxford University and went on to become and Accident and Emergency nurse. Now with a desk overlooking rolling hills and farm land—and not a hospital gown in sight—her overactive imagination has been allowed to run wild and free. Lily’s stores are made up of colourful characters exploring their sexuality and sensuality in a safe, consensual way—her plots usually turn kinky, three is definitely not considered a crowd, and the pain/pleasure relationship is often explored. With the bedroom door left wide open, the reader can hang on for the ride, and Lily hopes by reading sensual romance people will be brave enough to try something new themselves—after all, life’s too short to be anything other than fully satisfied.

  Lily loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

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